Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I want my Twinkies, Janice Avery.
Jess. Jess.
- Thank you very much. - You're very welcome.
[Janice sobbing]
[Boys chattering indistinctly]
- Oh, did he flunk too? - Shut up!
Eighth-grade girl...
Wow. This is amazing.
Jess, you could hardly call them sneakers anymore. I threw them out.
What I said was,
- These things are gonna grow fast. - Me too.
[Whispering] Wow.
May Belle?
She stole my Twinkies. [Sniffs]
- I got a perfectly good pair for him. - These are girls' ones.
Wow, May Belle. Where'd you hear that?
Go! Go, Jess, go!
Are you the king, Jess?
Now, back to what we were discussing before we were so rudely interrupted.
Jess, don't let those other kids get in your way.
so when the late sun hits it, we can watch it catch fire.
- They're writers. - [Jess] Writers?
What Twinkies, Twinkie?
You could have two bucks out of it all. I'm getting most of it, OK?
Janice Avery stole my Twinkies! Janice Avery stole my Twinkies!
- You lied in your essay? - No. I made it up.
[Dad] My wife and I were wondering about the service.
Sweet sneaks, Aarons.
- Hey, Mom. - Hey, Leslie, come on.
Here, open this.
- You should go talk to her. - You kidding?
Wow.
May Belle?
- Yeah, I have one... and a half. - And a half?
- I expect you to take notes. - Beep, beep, beep, beep, beep,
- [Man] Wow. - What did I tell you? Was it worth it?
- Thank you, Principal Turner. - [Class whispering]
- No. - You're gonna have to use your pants.
[Clicking]
Yeah. I think I have a few. You got any?
...Willard Hughes.
You've got your head in the clouds, Leslie.
No talking. No chewing gum. No electronic devices. Be forewarned.
Getting Janice all wound up is a weird way of having fun.
May Belle! How many times have I told you, stay out of my stuff.
"I do not know if you know this about me, but I need to tell you,
...people kept telling me not to cry.
[Girl] Very cute.
And that's what your parents do for a living.
You're supposed to beat her up. You're my brother!
That was really sweet.
Thanks.
It's a terrible thing.
Well, your dad works at a hardware store.
- We need a place. Just for us. - Hmm?
[# Anna Sophia Robb: Keep Your Mind Wide Open]
The prisoners of the Dark Master.
- They're attacking! - We need ammo!
My dad says the TV kills your brain cells.
[continues muffled singing]
It's all gone.
...that if it's hard for me...