Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Scoops Troop, do you copy? - [radio static hissing]

Whoa, dude. That's the donation box.

You can come before or after Christmas, or whatever Mrs. Byers wants,

[dramatic synth music playing]

[Eleven Wails In Pain]

It's gonna be okay.

one preferably already situated at the highest point in Hawkins.

[Jonathan] All right, great.

- Suzie! - Dusty-bun?

[tentacle squealing]

on Cutting Edge.

Please confirm your safety!

- Just drive. - Okay. Jesus!

- Shit! - Go, go, go, go, go, go, go!

Pardon our sloppy appearance.

♪ In her face ♪

- Remember, if anyone says anything, just... - Smile and nod.

Oh, honey, I'm gonna be fine.

- Yeah, three. - [Hopper grumbles]

I'm sorry, who are you?

- Yeah, well, change of plans. - Change of plans?

[Joyce yelps, grunts]

♪ Liftin' me higher... ♪

ME WHEN MY BROTHER COMES IN AND RANDOMNLY STARTS SINGING AND HE'S BROUGHT HIS GIRL WITH HIM

Griswold Family, do you copy?

[metal squealing]

So, why don't we, uh, change frequency

[creature shrieking]

Three favorite movies. Go.

[ominous synth music playing]

["Heroes" by Peter Gabriel playing]

[Robin] You're such a dingus.

♪ Just for one day ♪

- [Mike] Lay down. - [Eleven whimpers]

- Favorite movies? - Did I stutter?

[Dustin] Jesus Christ.

Griswold Family, this is Scoops Troop! Do you copy? Over!

I don't know, I've never done this before!

[Hopper groans, grunts]

♪ And the guns ♪

[knocking on door]

[in Russian] The American.

[Dustin] No, I miss you...

- Yeah? - You're not helping.

You guys are so funny, you should be on Carson.

I'm not worried about me, Mom, I'm worried about you.

- [Mike] Here. - [Eleven groans]

- "Toddfather"? - [Steve] Oh, screw Todd!

[soldier] Let's go! Go! Come on!

[dramatic synth music playing]

[both grunting]

We can turn the machine off, or we can explode it.

[soldiers yelling indistinctly]

- Goddamn it! - No! Stop it!

[console beeping]

if you don't mind,

...they'll never even know we were here.

[Robin] Did you just talk about yourself in the third person?

I started to feel happy.

[broken glass clinking]

I miss playing board games every night,

[Steve] Goddammit. This is...

- [glass shatters] - [Will] Shit!

not before we kill it.