Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[cackles gutturally]
[brass music playing on radio]
[deep growling]
-He's in with them now. -[door bursts]
There are some things I wanna talk to you about,
Make it stop please!
Mm!
[retches]
Ah, I see you're tardy as usual.
shell-shocked and… and… and broken, but it was these, these paintings.
You were rude tonight.
[Pickman] Now it's time.
Well, I'm not sure he'd agree.
[clears throat] Who are we waiting on?
Last night, the… the painting…
-[growling] -[squelching]
There was one night when it wasn't a game.
[Rebecca chuckles] Mr. Green Mouth?
Do you feel it, Will?
[light footsteps approach]
-Joe's hurt. -What?
Please. Please, please don't.
Joe?
Time to see what awaits us all
-Stop it, stop it, stop it. -Knowing where fear…
The deadline for this year's student art prize approaches.
[growling echoes]
[cackles]
Don't keep it a secret.
No, see, she's not…
[scuttling continues]
-Are you all right? -Yes.
now.
I want to apologize to you, my love,
[yells, strains]
not rotting flesh.
My son, he, uh… he isn't sleeping much.
you knew how important this was to me.
[distant chanting]
My art… [clears throat]
I've invited a special guest to join us.
Rebecca says you specialize in portraits, which I happen to adore.
Places, gentlemen. You are on my time now.
the others, I mean…
You'll spoil the meal.
If I'm the one, I have to stop you! Your paintings infect my mind.
He is coming from the darkness to show us all the beauty…
[ominous music playing]
[crickets chirp]
[cackling]