Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Listen, Woodsman. Listen to me.
Golden comb of honey.
It's almost like your soul is in this lantern.
She would not wish this.
Greg?
You had them all along!?
- [Croaks] - Jason Funderberker...
- The sun? Here.
[Sighs] [Gasps]
Come on, we got to get Jason Funderberker home, right?
"Hold Your Tongue, Or I'll Remove It From Your Mouth!
I can put his spirit in the lantern.
[siren wails in distance] ♪ Five with the moon ♪
WIRT: Good-bye, Beatrice.
I-I should have been more...
Yeah, so, I don't have a tape player, so...
Ohh.