Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Let's not rush to judgment.
(electricity buzzing)
JAMES JR.: Not again! Another blackout?
(electricity buzzing)
If I'm supposed to be so smart, why couldn't I figure it out?
But should I try it, though?
♪ No one can turn it off ♪
(funky music playing, door slams open)
(upbeat music playing)
- Yeah, I can work with that. - Oh, all right.
- Lunella Lafayette? - Here's my card.
Whoa, whoa, whoa. Slow down, child. What's wrong?
♪ When the light is inside you♪
Seriously? (chuckles)
{\an8}(hip hop music playing)
That's what I'm talking about.
POPS: Too many, baby. That's how many.
- Your superhero name! - Hmm? Do I really need one?
(cheering)
(thuds, grunts)
Rad! Ms. Dillon is a supervillain?
Pretty dope setup, right? It's an old subway station.
So glad I'm not in fifth period science.
Okay, new plan: You build a gadget to blast her butt,
I don't know. We'll figure it out.
(door opens)
Who, the gym guy?
What are you doing?
(scribbling)
(boxing bell rings)
While you capture it all and make us famous?
Oh, look at you!
Oh, yeah. That's the good stuff.
I get where you're coming from.
Oop, oop, oop. No! Not food.
You're not a real blonde.
And I don't know what'll happen if I fail.
Soccer is boring.
no one else will.
Casey. No.
Hi Mom. HI Dad. Hi Pops. Hi Mimi. Sorry late for school!
(grunts)
- Whoo, yeah! - (clapping)
(beeping)
(sobbing)
Does that mean you don't wanna go home?
What do we do, Lu?
I was wrong, okay?
♪ Thought you knew, baby ♪
Lost batches means lost business.
Not cool, not cool.
Lunella? Where are you? And what's all that noise?
What? Not Moon Girl! No.
It's my fault he's even here.
Lunella isn't up yet? It's almost time for school!
No client of mine is going out like that.
If you lose an electron, it's like a red card in soccer,
that's gonna fix all our problems?
su casa mi casa
(tires screech)
(electricity sizzling)
And being a disarmingly-attractive
If that's the way you feel,
(chomping)
Devil!
New York stinks, right?
it's never too late.
What are you gonna do?
Don't sweat those blackouts, Lower East Side!
(beeping)
Heal up. I'll check on you later, okay?
♪ If you didn’t know-know it, now you know ♪
(in unison) We roll with it.
Loving the enthusiasm.
(Aftershock laughs)
Thank you , wonderboy.
And now she's got me boxed in the corner.
Oh, they even took the cold cuts.
(rings)
Hey guys,
Do I look like a fool?
Hey guys, Casey here,
MOON GIRL: See? She's the real cause of the blackouts!
Okay. Cool. Sounds cool. Okay. I love you, bye.