Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-Ms. Hayes, Mr. Addison, this is.... -Kathleen Kilpatrick.
Oh, no, Ms. Hayes. I would like to grant you three wishes.
Of all the things to be, why that?
But take it alone. I won't be a party to this.
Com and dance with me And Irlonde
I've heard all about powers and pots of gold and other nonsense.
Where is your father now? Still in Ireland?
But I understand. You have to do your investigating during the day too.
Where to go. What to do. What shirt to wear, what tie. What to get.
I said it was here.
I can't leave my pot of gold laying in your living room, can I?
I wish to be free.
An artistic notion not lost on myself. The bigger the cushion, the--
What are we gonna do now?
Yes. Because he was lucky enough to escape and my father wasn't...
You are familiar with them, are you not?
-What if I gave you the gold? -Us?
Think too much and it'll all go away.
I'm just gonna grant meself one now.
...might get hurt. I don't wanna be explaining myself to people...
Mr. Addison, did you hear what I said?
Know what your problem is? Your soul is vacant. You have no sensitivity.
Suppose she's telling the truth. She really is a leprechaun...
But we can't protect someone who won't tell us the truth...
What are you doing?
Daytime is a really scary time...
-I'm sorry. -David, you understand.
Us innovative, vanguard types were always misunderstood.
-Guess we lost him, huh? -Guess again.
Why don't you show her in?
Wishing wells. Santa Claus. Miracle cures.
Well, just where is it that you stash your pot?
-...in five minutes. -Look!
Thank you for a most enjoyable meal, Mr. Addison.
-I don't want this case. -Why?
Boy, are you a tough customer. Bet you didn't even clap to save Tinkerbell.