Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I accept that you were possessed

I can make some arrangements to get you there.

Wiggleheim's tomb.

-(GEARS GRINDING) -(CHAINS CLANKING)

and finally get back to pursuing my true passion, songwriting.

Put your arm in here.

-You are in serious trouble, young lady. -Yeah, I know.

Jeez. (GRUNTING)

-Okay. -It's this place.

How are you gonna get them all out?

GRAYDON: You good?

ALLAGASH: Get off. Oh, you idiot.

GRAYDON: Don't be ashamed.

But now I can't.

You could've pulled her down with you.

You can't take anything.

(GEARS CRANKING)

You're tearing everything down.

That's what you always want, is to help, right?

He was calling to me.

-TROLL 3: Hey ya. -TROLL 1: How are ya?

There are doors and passages in these caves

I have had ten years to think about

What happened at Nockmaar, that wasn't me.

(SINGING) Little monkey, little monkey Come and sit across my lap

It is. We're almost there.

GRAYDON: When I concentrate on the next, sometimes I don't sneeze at all.

Scorpia, they're coming. We need to go.

-Elora Danan is here! -FALKEN: Elora Danan has come!

ALLAGASH: (WHISPERS) Come on.

Look, I may or may not have, well, kind of, like, dropped it.

TROLL: We know, sir.

I have tested those who entered.

Damn thing doesn't work.

SARRIS: Hi there.

It's their friends.

It's "nothing."

Here we go. Solving elaborate booby traps.

(ALLAGASH GRUNTS)

(DISTANT SCREAMING)

Got word of a spill on Triton level.

I'll pet you, run my fingers...

I don't know why.