Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[high-pitched ringing]
And your art seems to have a recurring motif.
[upbeat pop music playing]
No, it never is with you, is it?
-I can't believe you'd ask me to do that. -You said no strings.
Unrecognizable? Ridiculous?
[electro-pop music playing]
[insects chirruping]
But I do still need volunteers for the decorating committee.
[scoffs] To try and cover.
I know the chances of her asking me are next to zero, but I don't care.
I got your invite.
[jauntily macabre music playing]
♪ Come on, hold on Tell me if you're ready ♪
[espresso machine whirring]
The first one a kidney, the second a finger--
Speaking of which, are you going to the Rave'N this weekend?
Since neither you nor I have a date to the dance--
Cute brunette who needs to rethink her spray tan.
I'll probably do that anyway.
The dance committee's suggesting all white to match the theme,
Fetch the smelling salts.
You need something that screams,
[weary tap]
We need to do this.
-Come on. -You got it? Take it.
♪ When I show up ♪
Xavier.
No.
Have you seen a left foot anywhere?
I’d rather stick needles in my eyes
Thursday, 7:23 p.m. The body is that of a 50-year-old male.
I suppose every artist needs a muse.
♪ Yeah, the city is a jungle And I'm a beast ♪
Best guess, they used a surgical saw.
[music halts]
Run the test first, then I'll explain everything.
Don't you want eyes and ears behind those ivy-covered walls?
[Wednesday] Sometimes intentions melt in the face of unexpected opportunity.
[gasps]
[Xavier grunts]
I thought you should see this
This place is ground zero for horny gypsy moths.
And if she never does?
Eugene!
He could never fully trust me.
And I know just the place!
and that's a dried blood sample from a potential suspect.
Wednesday.
She will.
So why didn't you ask me?
I'd rather stick needles in my eyes.
-This is Tyler-- -Galpin.
Wednesday totally busted out of her cocoon.
Welcome to this year's Rave'N!
I was thinking maybe this isn't such a good idea.
-You know what you need? -A bullet to the head?
What are you doing?
That's a shame. I brought my pocket mace.