Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

But we got to figure out if she's the real deal.

Oops. You dropped your roller shoe.

Like I let Gene be the family jokester. I could be that.

If Mom really is psychic, we're gonna be on easy street.

It's an orange.

What's going on here?

If I had to do it all over again, I would.

She is a witch. Burn her!

We already placed our bet.

Uh... Th-Th-The change.

Teddy. Teddy. Nothing. Like, zero.

Oh, yeah? Well, I predict you fall down a flight of stairs.

Psychics didn't predict Rome in a day, hold on.

Dizzy Dog, the beloved statue

No. No. Well, maybe trains are fine.

Yeah. Yeah. It's a dress.

See? Oh, you dropped your wig. Uh, thanks.

I'm a roller skate clown jockey guy.

I did have some help, though, from a friend.

Uh, need some more buns.

Give me your hands, Bobby.

Good, keep going. I see walls.

That's what Coach Blevins said about me doing a sit-up,

Have Dad run up and down the stairs. Got it!

Yes, Yellow. Uh... Runt, better look behind you.

So, how do you predict things, Mom?

No. No. No. I only make the sound.

when am I gonna fall down that set of stairs?

But in a way, Mom helped Bosco catch the Little Boy Bandit.

You have a gift. It's gonna make some people nervous.

of pressure to catch this guy, and I got nothing!

Oh. It's just a burp. I'm gassy.

I'll bet it's butt hats. Hats for your butt.

Face it, Mom has powers.

At fall-thirty.

I was terrible at her predictions.