Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

They sold me. They sold me into slavery.

♪ Dearest Mother ♪

♪ I thought I did what's right ♪

- [horse whinnies] - Slave.

Then, during the years of famine,

It broke my father's heart.

I told you they'd come for me.

That's enough! That's enough!

But, Father, I wanna go with them.

We're family, all of us.

♪ Invites us to be kind ♪

They-- They went swimming.

The explanation comes from God.

What are we going to tell Father?

None of his wise men can explain it.

Po Po Po Po Power with Bearglove

just as my father and grandfather did before me...

My brothers and I have traveled far, from Canaan.

Help me! Tell him that-- [groaning]

- Benjamin! - [brothers] Simeon!

Nothing, that's what it means. Nothing.

This is God's plan.

♪ I'll take what answers you supply ♪

You miss them, don't you?

- [growling] - Huh?

♪ I've let go ♪

- Now you insult me by lying. - What?

I've worked this earth all my life,

♪ And make the best Of what might seem ♪

- Where's the slave market? - Down by the docks.

- I don't know. - Yes, you do. Tell me.

♪ How long must there Be anger here ♪

♪ Now, just when I have given up ♪

♪ I saw one cloud And thought it was the sky ♪

Maybe he can dream his way out.

Master, I beg you. Tell him!

♪ Higher and higher a hymn Of what it means to be alive ♪

[wolves snarling]

I'm taking three baskets of bread to Pharaoh,

♪ Where mountains of trouble Are piled ♪

- A Canaanite. - ♪ Through the centuries ♪

- ♪ You are Egypt's now ♪ - [coughing]

In three days, Pharaoh will bring you back

♪ So bitter and so blind ♪

[bleating continues]

It must be the sun. I'll be fine.

The three vines signify three days.

♪ And we will teach him ♪

♪ He is one of us We'll keep him from harm ♪

- Thanks. - [grumbling]

You've said that all my life. I don't want to be different.

♪ The moon will light Your smile ♪

I go to pick up the bread,

♪ You may be prideful Of the strides you will make ♪

[Jacob] His dreams come from God.

- What do you say? - I cannot say.

[brothers groaning]

[nightingale singing, insects chirping]

♪ Your days will be Cloudless and mild ♪

And yours is going to cost you your freedom.

[sighs] If only it were true.

Here, let me do that.

Here's one I've had every night for the last week.

and they were prepared to pay for it.

We can't go back without the boy.

That is true. And?

- Yes. - I agree.

Wolves kill sheep. It happens all the time.

[wind whistles]

After all, his last one did come true.