Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-[tires slide on gravel] -[music stops]

I didn't want whip!

[girl] Nice reframe.

-All right, let's live! -Hold up. It's not even eight.

Which is gorgeous.

-Ghosts are here. I know it. -Uh, duh. It's a frickin' cemetery.

-Hey, put on a better song. -Okay.

I really blew it lifewise.

And mess with electricity.

Or become invisible to peep on Jake C.

Oh. You mean demons.

There are a few common denominators, like ghosts can lower the temperature.

[cell phone chimes]

They don't have answers. They only have faith.

♪ Ooh, I need a heart attack ♪

if every movie, TV show, and website makes up their own rules about ghosts?

[breathes deeply, sniffles]

and still here?

[shouting] I'm not being funny!

[device beeping]

'Cause we don't have enough to cover all of it. I mean-- I mean "her." Sorry.

And what I wouldn't give for a do-over.

And no doves, Brad.

I have to kiss Jake C.

in ways we never thought possible.

I appreciate that, but, you know, my night wasn't completely ruined.

Who are they seeing, and what are they learning?

but we do have something to work with.

No. I wanna be alone.