Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

That's right.
helped Elly with her geography and then went straight to bed.
We have no case, Annie.
I want a mistrial.
- Uniform. - Oh!
Well, well, well.
What kind of muffin?
Turns out Todd's yam never even sprouted.
I didn't kill any yam.
A man’s gotta have a code.
We only have time to get justice.
No, you zip it, Uncle Knobby.
Look at the root system.
Shirley did some more digging.
How about it, Jeffrey?
it's not enough.
I just wanted to look at your yam,
kill our yam to settle the score, huh?
We want it back.
but when the going gets tough, Winger gets nervous, huh?
Did you hold it or drop it?
It's not a favor, Mr. Winger.
We can place him in the building Monday night.
- Survey says... - We can't both do the zinger.
It's too late to get one, Jeff.
of killing the study group's yam?
Goes to motive.
while I'm in town for a wedding.
Why were you late?
Not police business!
Professor... Thank you.