Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Look...
No!
Please help me.
After lunch we're gonna do some more running.
Vanished.
I won't tell.
A word of caution about our friends in the forest.
Cheater. OK. Two out of three.
The second act needs work.
Well, what next?
It's ancient history. Jason drowned, Mrs Voorhees was killed,
OK, people.
Oh, God...
I'll go look.
A frightened retard? A child trapped in a man's body?
- Come and get 'em! - I'm here.
I'll stay, too. Muffin may show.
- Somebody dragged it here. - But what for?
Ginny, c'mon.
By now, I guess you all know we're the first to return here.
...or bed.
Looks like a dog.
The only person that ever knew him was his mother.
Right, Ted. Right.
OK, let's settle down.
Change often. Food odours cling to clothing.
God!
It's alright.
Alright, Old North Road, and then look for a Dairy Queen?