Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Last week at the Weathervane, my dad said I had to get my act together.

"You're too needy."

[jauntily macabre music playing]

The boy my father was accused of murdering.

[Enid] Not to make this about me,

Try anything and you'll lose limbs.

Listen, yesterday I told you all signs pointed to this house, and I was right.

[Wednesday] The perfect surprise.

Uh, could you do me a favor?

I overheard the voicemail he left you.

Birthday gift from Enid.

Enid and I will search upstairs.

[eerie notes twinkle]

Now, you listen to me.

Get an ambulance!

but she seems to be ignoring my entreaties.

Uh… Wednesday?

♪ Happy birthday, dear Wednesday ♪

and you are forbidden from pursuing anything to do with this case, understood?

No ors, no sos, no ifs, no ands, no buts. No ors, no sos, no ifs, no ands, no buts.

[distressing music swells]

I saw this on my bookshelf and thought of you.

[menacing music playing]

She's both my literary hero and nemesis,

I didn't think any outcast would ever speak to me again.

[Tyler] Let me try.

Is that supposed to be about Mom?

His mother drew it before she died.

Said it could help me refocus my life.

-And I don't believe in ghosts. -Maybe you should.

I don't bury hatchets.

She's the kind of girl who's gonna get you hurt.

[wind whistles]

Second thoughts. Why don't I just stay out here?

Tall, black, two sugars, to go?

Eugene's moms, I'm working with them.

She's like the ghost of bitchiness future.

Actually, you left yours at the Weathervane.

[thunder rumbling]

But now parties and presents and games, it…

You end up alone, unable to trust others,

Well, who do you think delivered the cake?

I gotta get to the hospital. I gotta check on the mayor.

Too bad the school is on lockdown.