Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Hiding.
Barb, chill.
Uh, yeah, you know, uh...
No! Eleven said telling any adult would put us in danger.
About the right height, though.
All are encouraged to attend.
I mean, everyone's going.
You know, the last person to go missing here was in, uh...
Warm me up. Just...
Here you go. This is my sleeping bag.
You must feel like a big city cop again, huh, Chief?
Yeah, well, let's... You know, let's forget about the haircut.
Me and Henry and...
Friend?
So listen, this is gonna sound a little weird,
Last night. Less than two miles away.
It was like, uh, some kind of animal.
No, I know. I told you, I got it.
Eleven?
What, you think I'm... I'm making this up?
No.
Please?
Hum, Bem, Meu Nome É Mike. Curto Para Michael
Okay, party girl. Why don't you just, uh, show us how it's done, then?
Talk to me.
- Hey, what do you got? - Not sure.
Just... Just give it a shot.
All that matters is, after school, the freak will be back in the loony bin,
Okay.
- Especially when there's spit. - Spit?
Whoa, whoa. Careful, careful.
Then go to the front door and ring the doorbell.
Where's your hair?! DO YOU HAVE CANCER?!
What...
Yes, I understand, but, you know, I have to pay Jeffrey for covering...
It's been long enough. I'm having him checked out.
What is friend?
nah.