Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Uncle Carlyle's sleeping arrangements aren't helping matters.

Not even for target practice.

Well, we were, uh, lured into the barn.

[ Speaking Foreign Language ]

Would have to what, Ann?

Well, what do you want with her? Please, Mr. Jordan, indulge me.

then I am Marian Connors.

♪ [ Drums: Rhythmic Beat ] [ People Chanting ]

I think this is it. I've got it. I got it. That's it.

At least they are satisfied customers.

about how Bill programmed me into remembering things.

Are you sure? I'm sure.

Do you remember any of this?

Roarke just told us. Roarke?

Hey, I think I've got it.

No. And I know a couple of people who ain't gonna believe it either.

Mama La, what are you doing? Just cold.

Well, I for one am ready for bed.

You ask? I tell.

Annie? Annie McGranny.

I don't know. Maybe we were wrong.

What? A way of proving you're who you think you are.

Well, no, not exactly. But I thought if we could stick this blade through the door,

to awaken her memory.

- No regrets? - No.

Maybe I shouldn't ask.

He should make them send me a new one.

I have work to do.

You're too old to be doing--

Jane. Where is she? What's happened to her?

and the place was just hopping with frogs. Like this one?

And you take that hocus-pocus seriously?

On time? That's impossible.