Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Tyler, honey, make Mama happy and shut her up.
you are the key.
[disconcerting audio distortions]
[urgent scrambling]
[dark, overpowering music playing]
The plan wasn't to get you expelled.
[siren wailing]
[music swells, fades away]
[Laurel whimpering]
You're like a cockroach.
It's still out there. You can't go back to Nevermore.
[Tyler] My mom was an outcast. That doesn't make me a monster.
I'm feeling much better now.
Come on, let's move quickly and calmly, all right?
Tyler.
Wait, you're basing all this off some vision you had after we kissed?
Kinbott probably discovered your secret during one of your sessions.
[Wednesday inhales groggily]
-[blade twists, flesh rends] -[grunts]
you're coming with us.
-What the hell is going on? -What about Wednesday?
[claws whir]
[Thing snapping insistently]
[ominous music playing]
and I made you feel special
To ask a question.
My dear Wednesday,
-we need to call the sheriff. -Mom, I've got to go.
[upbeat pop music playing faintly]
Your slave is probably still at the station.
I'm not a monster.
and Kent?
What demon sorcery is this?
You can drop the act, Laurel.
No!
When the dance floor calls, you gotta answer.
nor every question answered.
What are you doing here?
Where you belong.
[subdued, whimsical music playing]
I know the suspense is killing you.
Welcome to the 21st century, Addams.
My mom had severe bipolar disorder.