Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

It's gonna open.

You put the box near the milk. It was on the Food Channel.

But, he's new. He doesn't know his strength.

- It's always real. Let me see. - It's nothing. It's just a scrape.

Manifest spirits controlled by a talisman, raised to seek vengeance.

There was a bee. It flew in my eye.

Well, you probably thought that you'd be your own man. And I respect that.

- Got everything? Books, lunch, stakes? - Check thrice.

- OK! - You're unconscionably spiffy.

Miss Summers. I didn't know you were still about.

Possibly the only two students in this school whose files are as thick as yours was.

- Will they always be afraid of me? - Maybe. Can you handle that?

- I was screaming for help when they... - Hello? Not making myself clear.

We have a guidance counsellor, but the kids could use someone...

Busy making out with your dead boyfriend while I was ripped to death by a werewolf?

We got troubled students here, and just enough money to keep it from caving in.

It's about power.

Guess it runs in the family.

Not about wrong.

The school board recommended I read your record.

So, how's it looking? Does the place pass inspection?

More like a plaid. A kind of a clan tartan of badness, really.

Something's rising. Something older than the Old Ones, and everybody's tail is twitching.

- That was suspicious. - You betcha. Bye.