Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

♪ I'm so tired, weekend in ♪

- for their summer program. - Hmm.

I would be on a French Club ski trip with Sarah Johnson.

- Teaching drunk ladies to paint? - Exactly.

- [man on screen laughs menacingly] - [woman on screen screams]

[birds trilling]

It has two faces and a mirror on it.

- creepy portrait gallery. - [Tyler] Who are these guys?

You're Kinsey's brother, right?

Is it so bad that in our busy lives

would go drink and smoke cigars after dinner, snot-gobbler.

Well, I could bring you some Doritos.

[dramatic instrumentals]

Forget your eye drops in Seattle?

They all look warped.

If I'm lying then where did I get this?

Yup. And that part is true.

step outside your body and be a ghost.

[phone chimes and buzzes]

[crescendo to silence]

The best is the key that can take you anywhere in the world

[echoing woman's voice] I'm an echo.

[dramatic instrumentals]

[snow crunches under footsteps]

But it only worked for me, not Kinsey.

you wanna go if you know how to use it.

Ty, you have that hockey thingamabob.

[Scot] Welcome, welcome,

[Doug] No question. The guy's head that's still screaming as it's being ripped off?

["Good, Feel Good" by Dirty Monster plays]

I already told you.

Tyler forgot his key. Again.

Yeah, but only after hiding behind a tree while he murdered all here bloody mates.

[wind chimes twinkle]

[door bell rings]

Okay, but your aunt didn't die like that.

[lighter flicks]

[woman] Rendell Locke is dead.

Wanted to get you something like a plant but then I was running late,

[slides box on floor, rifles through it]

I really know how to clear a room.

You were just in there.

[yelling] Echo, we need your help!

Well, I've been very busy.

- No Whack-A-Bode in the car. - [Bode] Okay.

- Stellar pep talk, Mom. - Yeah, wait, let me write that down.

[waves crash on shore]

[sighs] Gotta go.

[Nina] It's chilly in here,

[Kinsey takes a deep breath, slowly exhales]

Actually I came to see Mr. Locke.

[sighs] If Dad were still here, we'd be in Seattle, dum-dum.

Will anything interesting ever happen at one of these parties?

I've got hockey tryouts.

[mellow instrumentals]

[faint indistinct whispering]

[indistinct yelling]

[Duncan] Okay, let's go!

[heavy breathing]

[glass shattering]