Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Let's go find your stupid mother.

I'm not hungry.

That little delinquent is your son?

[Klaus] Yeah, you know.

What do you see now?

Super don't like being threatened, Ben.

[Klaus] Rachel Herschberger?

Your son stuffed three mini muffins down his pants.

Rachel's death was unusual, and she wasn't the only one.

told in expired check stubs.

She passed October 1st,

[upbeat instrumental music playing]

If you think I don't want you there with me, then you're even crazier.

Look at this place!

♪ Where's this higher love ♪

Well, can you really call what we had a family?

You're his dad!

-Wait, wait, wait! -Hold on a second!

I'll head back.

We'll get a few road sodas for the journey.

And when I was a little pissant like you, I made a promise to myself

I got him. Come on.

Wait up a minute.

But always in the back of my mind,

If I could, I'd get out of here in a heartbeat.

that you have ruined the Amish for me, forever!

-You getting how this works yet? -That's my kid, asshole!

[Diego continues snoring softly]

Especially about the moon.

All right? Not just any paradox.

[indistinct chatter in background]

We are going to Pennsylvania to find

-Institute for Snarky Delinquents. -[laughs]

And we turn it back on them, and then we wipe them the hell out.

[singing along] ♪ You don't even know my name ♪

Brain hemorrhage.

I mean, I didn't fully.

You know, I thought the home theater and the Zen garden were impressive,

-Why now? -Well, duh.

Oh, Ricky's Bakery has award-winning pies.

It was a dark and stormy night…