Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

We can place him in the building Monday night.
We only have time to get justice.
I just wanted to look at your yam,
while I'm in town for a wedding.
helped Elly with her geography and then went straight to bed.
Goes to motive.
We have no case, Annie.
Shirley did some more digging.
- Uniform. - Oh!
What kind of muffin?
A man’s gotta have a code.
- Survey says... - We can't both do the zinger.
It's too late to get one, Jeff.
Turns out Todd's yam never even sprouted.
but when the going gets tough, Winger gets nervous, huh?
of killing the study group's yam?
kill our yam to settle the score, huh?
Why were you late?
Well, well, well.
That's right.
It's not a favor, Mr. Winger.
it's not enough.
Not police business!
I didn't kill any yam.
Look at the root system.
How about it, Jeffrey?
Did you hold it or drop it?
We want it back.
I want a mistrial.
Professor... Thank you.
No, you zip it, Uncle Knobby.