Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Sheesh, do I have to do everything myself?

Where, El? Where are you?

- Moron! Mor... - Hey!

SHIT HAPPENS, LIFE GOES ON.

- [woman] I'm not lying to you! - You saw him again, didn't you?

You shouldn't have looked for me.

That's crazy, I was just talking about you.

Get your hands off me!

I get him his cherry Slurpee, then what?

- Whoa! - There was a code! We heard a code!

[dial tone sounding]

[echoing] Billy.

[in Russian] What's going on?

♪ And it's hard to say ♪

[Murray] It requires much strength, power.

♪ He's still your brother ♪

uh... police chief, Hawkins.

[echoing] Mike!

[Mike] Get out.

are all standard nerd tropes.

Which is, like, ten minutes from the gate!

- [Hopper yells] - [Murray] Oh, shit!

[chuckles] I got it.

[speaking Russian]

that centaurs and castles and dragons and magic

- ["Neutron Dance" plays] - ♪ I don't wanna take it anymore ♪

You mean El will kick their butts.

You must be joking.

Please come home.

Who do you work for?

You're gonna be two pieces of toast.

Don't cry. Robin.

[Robin giggles]

When I hang up,

He wants a helicopter to charter him to his own private island.

I'm just being realistic.

[in Russian] More lies.

[Steve chuckles]

and kick your sorry asses back to Russia.

[thunder rumbling and crashing]

- Afraid you're gonna get hurt, is that it? - No.

[speaking Russian]

- For what? - What do you think?

- And I could cut the binds. - Yeah, and we could get out of here.

[Murray] The straw represents the key, which emits a great energy.

- Yeah. - Jesus!

And what does My Little Pony have to do with this?

[clears throat]

who could've killed him just as easily as us.

because it all tastes the same, okay?

I told you before. [gasps for air]

♪ Just how some things never change ♪

Don't you dare patronize me!

Is this his place of work?

Luan Loud got a cherry Slurpee

What's he doing now?

Let me explain something to you.

Now we can all see you.

Get up! What, are you scared to fight me?

I mean, we've made it about point-three miles in nine hours.

His... Slurpee.