Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

We will find this murderer, but in the meantime
Where?
unless you want your prop ending up as a Duraflame log!
- Um, the what? - The Power Circle.
I'm still watching you.
We haven't got much time.
It's OK, Sid. We're done.
Looks like someone digs you. That's adorable.
What?
Mm-mm-mm. Look at the goodies.
And the creep factor is also heightened.
Talent show. Murder.
- You said you'd give me... - Oh, of course.
He was. Look at his grades. All A's.
It must have happened after dress rehearsals.
Every seven years these demons need human organs, a brain and a heart,
No, wait. I'm not buying, you guys.
If you had any shred of decency, you would have participated. Or at least helped.
and your brains just come pouring out.
- What do you mean "he"? - What did you do with him?
As a matter of fact, it is!
All I can think is it could have been me!
It could be anyone. It could be me.
But I wanna support you.
- Don't let other things get in the way. - OK!
There are things I will not tolerate.
I had more luck. Everyone I talked to pointed their fingers at the same person.
Seeing? In the sense of actually attending?
Right now, you and me gotta be on the lookout. Figure out who's gonna be next.
Unfolding restless visitant sped by an ill wind in haste.
I found you!
A dramatic scene is the easiest way to get through the talent show
I don't get it.
You call those jokes? My jockey shorts are made out of better material.
You look a bit worse for, uh...
I'm sorry. Look, I didn't mean to make you mad.
- I don't want... - She's the one!
No, I can't do it!
- Where could he have gone? - I put it right here.
I think I just found three eager new participants for the talent show.
Like those three.
And I'm going any minute now.
I'm never gonna stop washing my hands.
- But I didn't because... - Because you thought I was the demon.
- I imagine he's looking for his puppet. - I'll go find Morgan.