Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

This is my school. These are my students.
Ready?
Ex-boyfriend?
There we go.
No questions asked.
Come on. Let's start over now.
Gibson, Bishop, divert the traffic.
Oh, my God.
- Okay. - Okay.
if you could run some in.
the moment we walked through those doors.
So, somebody definitely pulled it.
Okay, this morning, I...
But I redirected us here.
we have to stay alive, too.
I hate the quiet.
But what do you do when you're going in blind?
We have a 13-year-old in labor.
Yeah. Yeah, I heard myself that time.
Well, here and there.
- Please don't make me. - No, I know it's scary.
- Ava. - Ava. Ava.
has trained with a Bomb Squad Hazmat unit,
It feels like he's over my shoulder,
Asking when you'd be up for visitors.
Help!
Morning, Bishop.
That's it! That's good! Keep pushing!
Hope you brought your clippers.
Uh, it's... I-i-it's more like a crawl space.
Blue fire's not regular fire.
Hey, come on.
Nah, my... my kid's here, so, you know...
over the fire and pull them out!
I'm not gonna lie... I didn't mind bossing people around.
If, uh, I'm free, I'll show you around
or a happy little warm cup of cocoa-gasm...
Our protocol says follow the rules,
I've never encountered blue fire like that.
Excuse me?
Warren, the baby's not moving.
- She came to me. - Addiction is not pretty on you.
Maybe it knows something we don't.
I had mine.
Yeah.
you don't get to participate on active calls.
- Let's go, Dean! - No, no, no, no!
- Come on. - Nope.
Oh, I'm ready.
Whatever's left, you pour on yourself.
We could use some supplies from the Aid Car
Confirmation on the pulled alarm, south hallway.