Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I think we should go this way.
The song is "The Itsy Bitsy Spider,"
When I point at you, say the first thing that pops into your head.
I need you to get your fortune.
And if we're on our own, there won't be anyone to call us freaks.
It's taped to the three-hole punch.
have tumbled off a cliff and been smashed flat.
For years, or at least what seemed like years,
If we go to the headquarters, we can find V.F.D. They can help save Sunny.
You should be more accommodating. After all...
If you would like the story of Sunny Baudelaire,
I made you this outfit.
undoing years of therapy.
Shh!
Are you sure you two don't have a story?
Good night, travelers. The fire should die out in a few hours.
Isn't that right, Brucie?
xylophone, young, and zippered.
Hey, the baby's gone.
- We regret ours. - Not me.
I read about those terrible children in The Daily Punctilio.
And when you're inside, they make a Very Furtive Disguise.
It's a crossroads.
That's okay. You bought me time to make this.
You haven't seen anyone in trouble, have you, miss?
-What kind of crops would we grow? -We could grow anything.
Taught you how to set fires.
What? It was a little girl.
I know it's nothing special, but... it's warmer than those rags.
Snow Scouts should be accommodating. It's the first word of our pledge.
No!
And best of all, the Baudelaire fortune is in my hands,
I only watch network television.
Go fish.
What just happened?
if you froze to death before he could get your fortune, so...
Search the caravan for anything long enough to reach the wheel.
which is why, when I perform,
is when the weather gets unusually warm before it gets cold again.
-Triumph! -I'm not sure that's the way you spell--
Well, not anymore.
Could use a polish.
It sounded like it was working till the last word.
-I'm Esmé Gigi-- -We know who you are.