Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Get Mom's back? Yeah.
But I don't get it.
at the end of the pier, leaving police baffled.
I believe in you, Mother.
Go with the Lily one.
Some horses?
Wow, triple threat.
So now you believe. No...
Like a fairy tale witch.
Keep your father away from the stairs!
I can't breathe.
Narc! I gotta go lay down.
Wow! That's much better than finding a nickel.
Let's go, Gelding the Lily. He'd run
She's... beautiful.
by the Little Boy Bandit during his various robberies.
He's a jockey. What?
Okay. I walked down the stairs.
but I'm not feeling any chemistry, to be perfectly honest.
So why'd you guys want to meet me here?
Aha! You nailed it!
I'll lay you down on the floor now.
Bob, I'm on the phone. And he's crying out.
No, she didn't. We saw him and then called her.
I hope I didn't lose it. I'd hate to have my identity stolen.
Great! We'll put $82 on Gelding the Lily,
Sounds like Sandy Duncan.
And I have yet to fall down any stairs.
Yeah. I may not have psychic powers myself, but I know they exist.
is married and he's faithful.
It's probably a telemarketer.
Do me. Do me. I'm next.
Yay! Dizzy Dog is safe! The discovery was made thanks
What's that for? I am a...
You still feel good about this, Linda?
I guess, uh... I guess I'm not a psychic after all.
Come on, Linda, focus. Sorry.
What? Well, uh, yeah, uh, sorry.
- Two predictions in a row. - Try a third one, Mom.
Try this. All right, let's see.
Hello, Linda Belcher.
Okay. And it's a primary color.