Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- [vehicle engine starts] - Oh yeah. Big-time.

Mike, Kiara. Kiara, Barracuda Mike.

Of course. Right there.

Don't worry, Mike, you won't.

I never thought I was gonna make it out!

- [phone rings] - Yo. JJ?

It's not gonna be good if you stay.

And that's the truth

[thunder rumbling]

[thunder rumbling]

A fisherman spotted him, all right? They know he's alive.

- [pants] - [knocking on door]

getting ready to take off on the Camerons' private jet.

Cleo convinced him.

- [Ward panting] - Ward?

Yeah. Well, karma.

[Pope] They must've said she couldn't come.

That's tough, man. How'd that happen?

Hello, everyone. Uh... Shit. I know this looks bad. I come in peace.

- Great advice. - [JJ] It always worked for me.

You're gone forever.

I'm calling it off. It's over.

And we ain't never gonna see each other again.

Mike, come on, man, I'm trying to help you.

Oh, yeah? We talked about this already, Rafe.

It'll be like a black ops mission, in and out.

Whoa! Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa!

[spluttering] Mom!

Kitty Hawk Camp.

- It doesn't seem like a good idea now, JJ. - Look.

Hey, listen, I would, um... I'd like to formally file charges, okay?

♪ To be christened as ♪

We're going after the main course right now. All right?

If you're going, I'm going.

[groans, screams]

It's been ready, dude. Let's go.