Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'm good, thanks.
Yeah. Of course.
Oh, actually, if this is Mark's work self,
Ms. Cobel's orders. I am to watch her for signs of sadness,
but you should be able to find it.
[Burt] Open the door.
What are these? [breathes shakily]
I know you don't wanna be here. But…
It's a contraction.
You're okay. It's all right.
Hi, I'm so sorry. I'm another pregnant lady.
I know. Just wrapping up.
So…
- Mark took her to look at pen caps. - [Ms. Casey] Where?
It's saved, so you can keep it.
I thought maybe if we work on it together, we can…
- Dylan! - He claims he doesn't know
Of course not. Nothing like that could happen here.
Oh, no. [groans] I'm so sorry, Ms. Casey. I just-- I-I-- Ugh. I turned and--
Mark, would you help me hang the kelp?
They're not ready.
Mark, Ricken again.
Your drawing is shit.
Helly.
[birds chirping]
Hey. [chuckling] Hey.
- Oh, we don't-- - [wrangler] Get the hell out of here.
What do you want? In here?
[Devon] Psst.
I…
Okay, then.
- Oh. - Which, Irving, would solve the mystery…