Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Wax John wilkes booth, I'm lookin' in your direction.
- Where were you last night? - Punchin' the clock.
- We're cursed! - Cursed! Cursed!
Dipper! You're okay!
- No. - You know, letting me lead you outside,
So you were trying to murder Grunkle Stan for real?
Look P.J.'s,
No... No... Nooooo!
No offense, Dipper, but you're the sidekick.
Finally we can be alone,
You really think you could make one of these puppies?
Come back here, you little brat! - Never!
for locking us away.
It's left-handed. I only use my right hand.
Don't count on it!
Are you... Magic?
- What?! -What?! - What?! -You take that back, sheriff blubs!
big arms ok?
Hey, look, a clue!
They got scalded!
- Buried treasure! - Buried...
- Whoo! Whoo! - Whoo! Whoo!
It was a charmed life for us cursed beings.
I've heard about a cutting remark, but this is ridiculous.
That duck is a genius.
we'll rule the night once again!
Does Bruce Springsteen have 57 channels now? Guess not.
- and we've got our killer. - Oh, man!
Kids, Soos,
Mabel, big break in the case!