Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Forts, hooky, Willow. Can words get any cuter?

I can't believe I made him cry.

Only the Owl House itself.

My interview for journalism class is due tomorrow.

And welcome to Willow's beautiful memory?

What'd you eat for breakfast this morning?

So, this is the Owl House?

Ahh! I can't take this anymore.

Huh? Oh, no. No, no, no, no.

No one can give me the interview I need except myself.

I'm a Blight. We only associate with a select few.

What? It's like a little doghouse for angels.

When did it get so hot?

We don't need to see how this one ends.

♪ Bored, bored, bored Bored, bored, bored ♪

Oh, right, it was you.

A friendly scarecrow?

♪ Hooty-hoot hoot ♪

Luz, question, how did Amity happen to see the photo I hid in class?

I got it! Oh, a furry fruit. I'm gonna peel it.

to make you friends again.

(GASPS) An invitation to Skara's party.

Hurry! Go! Go now!

Ew. I mean, aw.

Nonsense. Blights only associate with the strongest of witchlings.

-Oh. Kid fight! -Kid fight?

We're getting pretty good at fixing these.

Then come take a trip down memory lane.

-(SEAGULLS SQUAWKING) -(GIRLS SCREAMING)

One time Willow wanted to play hooky from our swim lessons, so we built this.

-Yup. -And you sleep here?