Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

The hill people scared the town folk.
It also helps that darling Nicky here is hornier than a toad.
- Hey Dad, over here! - Quickly, take the wool yarn.
Fourteen families from the coven are selected to participate in a, uh...
Imagine, an orphan being queen.
to participate in this year's Feast of Feasts.
Stop!
All hail, Queen of the Feast!
We keep looking. I want that prize.
the handmaiden must indulge the queen's every whim.
Why would I want to escape?
Of course, Lady Blackwood, I understand you.
It's clear Dezmelda's High Priest had an agenda.
So you were right, Sabrina.
Harvey.
But he isn't divine.
Agatha, shouldn't we have invited her?
Safer for a woman in that time to... wear men's clothing, I guess.
Hmm.
Indirectly.
delivered unto him by the Dark Lord, allegedly.
You're not like them.
I couldn't do it.
Prudence getting her just desserts by literally becoming the dessert.
I'm not sure why I'm unburdening myself like this.
Not always. Back in the early days, when we were Von Kunkles,
We must feast!
independent of the Dark Lord?
To torment.
how did us Walker women get this...
I'm being fitted for my Feast Day dress.
Can we take a rain check?
No, no, no. No. Aunt Zelda, you can't.
Uh... My ancestor Dorothea.
Pop that on the mantelpiece, eh?
We Spellmans are an endangered species.
I am.
If I were to... entertain this fantasy of yours...
A witch who was once Queen of the Feast, until she rejected the crown.
- Harvey? - Kinkle.
You actually want this?
And a plate of macaroons.
so for the next three days,
Which means what, exactly? Aunt Zelda still hasn't told me.
- I should have stopped him, but I didn't. - It's okay.
I'm about to be transubstantiated.
and that duty fell to us.
as my father believed!
Those will be her journals.
Can I, please... Father?
I was a child.
Prudence Night...
Or both.
To live my life.
that I must return to our centuries-old traditions.