Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I feel fine.
Math.
what's really in is a mustache.
Dad... Yeah?
He's normal.
Thermometer's on the sink.
Won't you sit down? Uh, yeah.
to see Greg chained to one of your desks here.
MARCIA: Mom, we're home.
Good night, dear.
You really think I should?
Where's Greg?
To get Peter.
I've just spent five minutes trying to convince Jan
Did you take Greg's temperature again?
Yeah. That... Where are you going?
Okay.
Well... there's one boy I like.
You were right.
I haven't got anything, honest.
The grades will come up.
Maybe I can help you.
CAROL: Hi. Hi.