Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Weren't we, Nick? - Relax, Agatha.

Ah! Sabrina Spellman.

I believe the damage Edward Spellman wrought to the Church of Night

It's about young Lucas.

- Tell you what? - Don't even try it, Kinkle.

A few months? I don't know, why?

No, I didn't tell them. They are telepathic, remember.

My dear Ms. Night,

You tell fortunes?

Uh, try the office, Auntie Zee.

[shop bell jingles]

- [girl mutters] - [laughter]

Uh, it's... it's just one of many

- [laughter] - I can fix this. Just trust me.

You're gonna be fine.

The Academy talent show.

What's on your mind, Spellman?

Radices interficiam

So, have a nice little bite down on that.

[echoing laughter]

In case someone makes a nuisance of themselves.

Good hunting, my young friend.

wouldn't survive now...

A loyal soldier in an unholy war.

[Harvey] Oh. [sighs]

Oh, but you do.

You worry too much, Dad.

I'm sorry about my dad.

Only, this time, it was for me. And I let him do it. I took it.

You look like a boy with a burning question.

I know, because I've seen it, too.

You what? Spit it out, Brother.

[thunder rolling]

I'm sorry, I'm so sorry.

I can be trusted, Father.

No, not only Sabrina's friends.

Witches are into free love and multiple partners.

For my next trick, I'll need the help of an even braver young lady.

You keep saying that. Bring me down now.

In service to me.

- I'm so happy for you, Roz. - [laughs]

Dad, I... I've thought about it, and...

[thunder crashes]

I can't... I don't like this.