Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

It-- It was the '80s.

I was accepted, but Mother thought it was too close to home.

Right, right. Sorry. But really, we can do this.

We've gotta find that key.

you don't realize it's been right in front of your face the whole time.

[Paige] Okay, everyone's working full speed ahead out there.

False alarm. False alarm. False alarm.

How hard can it be to pick out one perfect bra?

♪ But in emergencies We need your expertise with ♪

- ♪ Ooh ♪ - ♪ Ooh ♪

Yes. Don't worry. When you see the right bra for your daughter, you'll know.

Wait, hold that thought.

I was aware of both of those things.

And the name of that runner was Bitsy Brandenham.

Aha, two pairs of fresh, young eyes.

Ah, so you like my perfume, eh?

This is gonna be quick. I gotta get back to the hotel

- I knew it. - [murmuring]

I would love to stick around, but yolk's on me, I gotta get to work.

♪ Keep it, keep it low-key Keep it low-key ♪

- [Molly] How? - Like this.

- Really? - Yeah. I don't care if I get fired.

♪ 'Cause if I've lost the key Then Bitsy will replace me ♪

Paige and Marvin need to stop that meeting ASAP or they're gonna lose their jobs.

- You good with this, Molly? - Bra shopping with my dad?

Not too girlie, but sort of girlie. Kind of sporty, but not too sporty. In blue.

I'll finish work superfast and meet up with you at the store.

I know this looks crazy, but Marvin and I will be vindicated by day's end.

More like a Midsummer Day's Dream, am I right?

Helen! Get rid of the boy and wash the poop off that key!

And guess who was wearing a training bra. Me.