Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'm a Blight. We only associate with a select few.

Only the Owl House itself.

-Yup. -And you sleep here?

And welcome to Willow's beautiful memory?

We don't need to see how this one ends.

Luz, question, how did Amity happen to see the photo I hid in class?

We're getting pretty good at fixing these.

to make you friends again.

A friendly scarecrow?

-Oh. Kid fight! -Kid fight?

Ew. I mean, aw.

Forts, hooky, Willow. Can words get any cuter?

♪ Hooty-hoot hoot ♪

One time Willow wanted to play hooky from our swim lessons, so we built this.

What? It's like a little doghouse for angels.

Hurry! Go! Go now!

Nonsense. Blights only associate with the strongest of witchlings.

No one can give me the interview I need except myself.

I can't believe I made him cry.

Ahh! I can't take this anymore.

-(SEAGULLS SQUAWKING) -(GIRLS SCREAMING)

What'd you eat for breakfast this morning?

Then come take a trip down memory lane.

Huh? Oh, no. No, no, no, no.

When did it get so hot?

I got it! Oh, a furry fruit. I'm gonna peel it.

So, this is the Owl House?

Oh, right, it was you.

♪ Bored, bored, bored Bored, bored, bored ♪

My interview for journalism class is due tomorrow.

(GASPS) An invitation to Skara's party.