Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

It's a pretty sad-looking cake.
(Feeding)
I don't know anything!
wait 'til the rain washes it away.
(slap)
We made a pact.
We're under orders, ma'am.
at the highest level.
Mom!
Alright, well, bring it on.
I understand.
Hey, hey, hey!
(groaning in pain)
How's your face, Susan?
♪ La la la. ♪
I- I've got some sort of...
in some cities.
(vomiting)
Find her.
Grace.
Please, mom, no!
(Gasping)
so I'm gonna keep you safe until we can figure it out.
Hello, pretty.
Dyl?
♪ ♪
She's dead.
Good.
But believe me, I have been trying
I'm sorry, what?
(Oldies music plays)
(fighting continues)
We live a couple blocks from each other.
(Giggling)
Negative.
Find Susan.
Yeah, this time I'm telling you the truth.
The mystery of existence is not merely in staying alive,
You're gonna love it when it gets there, though.
I changed my mind.
It's nothing to worry about.
some unusual seismic activity due to the smaller volcano.
What's the latest, ma'am?
(shrieks)
(dishes clatter)
The advisory.
Get out of my house!
Oh my god, no!
Honey...
- I got this. - Oh, you got this, bitch?
It's toxic.