Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

If that's the way you feel,
(funky music playing, door slams open)
Okay. Cool. Sounds cool. Okay. I love you, bye.
Devil!
Hey guys,
What are you gonna do?
(door opens)
that's gonna fix all our problems?
it's never too late.
Hey guys, Casey here,
(beeping)
Let's not rush to judgment.
New York stinks, right?
While you capture it all and make us famous?
What are you doing?
(electricity buzzing)
That's what I'm talking about.
Don't sweat those blackouts, Lower East Side!
But should I try it, though?
- Your superhero name! - Hmm? Do I really need one?
I was wrong, okay?
Casey. No.
Heal up. I'll check on you later, okay?
(upbeat music playing)
(tires screech)
♪ When the light is inside you♪
Oop, oop, oop. No! Not food.
(rings)
(grunts)
And being a disarmingly-attractive
If I'm supposed to be so smart, why couldn't I figure it out?
I get where you're coming from.
Rad! Ms. Dillon is a supervillain?
Who, the gym guy?
MOON GIRL: See? She's the real cause of the blackouts!
I don't know. We'll figure it out.
Loving the enthusiasm.
(beeping)
Does that mean you don't wanna go home?
And now she's got me boxed in the corner.
If you lose an electron, it's like a red card in soccer,
♪ If you didn’t know-know it, now you know ♪
♪ No one can turn it off ♪
Hi Mom. HI Dad. Hi Pops. Hi Mimi. Sorry late for school!
su casa mi casa
Seriously? (chuckles)
Do I look like a fool?
Thank you , wonderboy.
♪ Thought you knew, baby ♪
Lunella isn't up yet? It's almost time for school!
(electricity sizzling)
no one else will.
POPS: Too many, baby. That's how many.
(thuds, grunts)
Oh, they even took the cold cuts.
(cheering)
(Aftershock laughs)
Oh, look at you!
Soccer is boring.
JAMES JR.: Not again! Another blackout?
(chomping)
(sobbing)
No client of mine is going out like that.
- Lunella Lafayette? - Here's my card.
Lost batches means lost business.
Oh, yeah. That's the good stuff.
Lunella? Where are you? And what's all that noise?
It's my fault he's even here.
Not cool, not cool.
(scribbling)
Pretty dope setup, right? It's an old subway station.
And I don't know what'll happen if I fail.
- Yeah, I can work with that. - Oh, all right.
(boxing bell rings)
You're not a real blonde.
(electricity buzzing)
What do we do, Lu?
- Whoo, yeah! - (clapping)
So glad I'm not in fifth period science.
{\an8}(hip hop music playing)
Okay, new plan: You build a gadget to blast her butt,
(in unison) We roll with it.
What? Not Moon Girl! No.
Whoa, whoa, whoa. Slow down, child. What's wrong?