Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Hm. You two look dashing.

- Nick wouldn't. - Sabrina, Sabrina, Sabrina...

Young Master Nicholas, if you accept this nomination...

Except for you, Ambrose, you stay.

kamu ganteng sekali ha ha ha

and the concoction will putrefy.

- He wouldn't. - Oh.

[door slam echoing]

Uh, I've given her a witch-whistle and blinding powder for her protection.

But not against you.

♪ Try, try, oh, oh, oh ♪

And may I say how honored I am

[Beethoven's Für Elise plays]

You've got far too much studying to do before the Inquisition.

Apparently, there's a faction in the coven

Well, it's Principal Wardwell now.

- I'm good to go, Sabrina, are you? - I'm ready.

not High Priest right now, Sabrina.

Um... Miss Wardwell, I have to go.

I beg your pardon, Miss?

- Why are you doing this? - No one else would.

dominus satanas.

...ubi dolores habitant!

We are not pawns of the filthy little covens of Satan, girl.

It's shameful, with poor Constance not even cold in her grave.

that there shall be no gum-chewing, so...

That had "Weird Sisters" written all over it.

That's just... wrong.

Nicky, dear, you know we don't typically serve her kind in the Gray Room.

and punishable by lashing if proven to be...

But unless he specifically hand-picked Nick,

You heard the demons yourself. No one conjured them.

can anyone run?

Don't worry, Aunt Zelda. I've already spoken with the new principal,

Well, luckily for you, I am the Academy's never-bested,

[whistle blows]

But tonight we're just men.

When are tryouts?

- and can't shoot for shit. - Okay, blockheads, I took you on once,

Okay, fine. She can try out.

If not you, then one of your boys.

"Hey, Harvey, I'm open." Shoot the ball, dyke.

Stopped from doing what?

Easy. Uh, the pentagram.

Apparently, someone summoned a demon to meddle with my niece.

Top Boy, Sabrina?

Tell Luke, tell all your chums,