Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Tyler, you check the rest of the ground floor.

I know you're usually a quad kind of girl, but I've been working on that all week.

[foreboding music playing]

Usually I'd call BS on something like that,

-Okay. This isn't what I signed on for. -Ditto.

This is officially the worst girls' night out ever!

[foreboding music playing]

I spoke with Weems. You and Xavier won't be punished.

The sooner I master that, the sooner I crack this case.

I just feel like ever since the Rave'N, you've kind of been ghosting me.

Sheriff, pick up your damn phone, it's Noble.

I figured since you no longer have an old vendetta to obsess over,

-I think we're a lot alike. -We aren't.

These are the body parts from the monster's victims.

♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

So he can take me back to Nevermore and get me expelled?

[tender, emotional music playing]

I'll take you back after I get your statement.

The non-birthday dinner.

You know, as a lookout.

I don't need your help or your pity. I already have a mother and a therapist.

I prefer to be vilified.

"Enid, you're a doormat."

Like a monkey's paw.

I didn't ask for a free session.

Trauma like this leaves emotional scars on the whole family.

I just figured you could relate.

When you change your mind and you want my help,

Oh, is that, uh… that Enid's gift?

You know, Lucas feels terrible about what happened at the dance.

Werewolf thing.

-Got our hands dirty. -Gardening?

Be home before curfew.

[chilling music playing]

[music fades away]

Shut up, Mom. Get out of my head!

[gate hinges creaking]

Call me old-fashioned,

How? They're all dead. Every last one of them.

There's no need.

[Kinbott] Who's Goody?

And now I'm one step closer to solving this case.