Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Phase two KITT, right now.

How much time? How much time? I'll tell you when I get it.

A perfumed Christmas tree.

KITT, Armand just got a call. Let's see what it's all about, huh?

That hardly seems reason enough to attack my bouncer, Mr. Smith.

It's hard to learn much about them.

First, I need one big job. And the bigger, the better.

Okay, I'll get her and keep you posted.

The District Court of Appeals.

That's rather short notice. And you know how they are in Washington.

Take off your robe.

(KITT) No, thank you.

That's the Chameleon, partner.

But whoever figures it out wins a fortune in valuable prizes.

All right, tap the base security channel.

But, Mr. Smith, I don't understand.

we'll smoke out the jetpack and the Chameleon.

I hear you and your group may be going to London.

Look at it, Bryson. Smell it.

You mind if I join you?

May I ask, what's second?

[Swahili music playing]

[machines bleeping]

that might be right up your alley.

Michael? We're going for it, partner.

Hello, this is Devon Miles from the Foundation of Law and Government.

I mean, it's remarkable.

(KITT) That's the van over there, Michael.

Now, if this is too heavy for you to carry.

Your answer's ''no.'' I got no more questions.

Not close enough.

Because you hurt me. And I don't want to be hurt anymore.

[tires screeching]

That's it. Move it.

Way ahead of you, partner. I'm way ahead of you.

Shall we say the price is $5 million? Cash, of course.

(KITT) A phone booth in the Laurel Canyon area.

KITT, run down the name of the top dog in illegal arms around here.

He's had a change of heart and he wants to turn himself in.

[Michael sighing]

Only he's afraid.