Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Hot water's stopped.
Bagsy her room.
(GHOSTS GASP)
MIKE: Yes! Got the speakers hooked up.
What if this was a bad idea and we should have just sold it?
- Good Lord! - Chuck some of the muck out.
(ALISON SCREAMS)
gently but quickly, and that releases a big squirt of the stuff.
Right, AOB? Any other business?
Mike!
(CREAKING)
At least she's comfortable.
I'm glad you didn't die.
Oh, for heaven's sake.
Well, I wish you would all hush. I cannot do my work
for some hotel chain, then why not make it work for us?
It's simple. You swap rooms, eh?
After you.
so I found a plug that worked in the library.
- Shh! I think it's happening. - Oh!
Hello, Clasey Hughes Estate.
(PIERCING SCREAM)
Hello?
- I always thought that was an owl. - An owl?
- I think she's going. - Oh, I do hope she stays.
Fanny?
So...
Alison, I'm here. I'm here.
and then there's no electric in the kitchen,
Ah, splendid!
(CLOCK CHIMES)
Now, steady on, Fanny.
So cool.
at the same time every night.
No, no, no, no. She's no niece of mine.
- Look at that. - (GHOSTS GROAN)
Perhaps now that you've shared it...
- Push it! - Come on! Push it!
(CAPTAIN EXHALES SHARPLY)
MIKE: They're not warming up down here. How's yours?