Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[disconcerting music playing]
Was the sphere…
[birds singing]
[vehicle approaching]
[Carl] The tape ran out a while ago,
What's your secret?
Good runs this time of year.
I asked him to toss it in the bin, but he gave me such a look.
The lights don't work.
And a Hamm's to back it up.
[eerie music playing]
[guttural growling]
[Nate] Which way?
A week later, he shows up in Bailey
[Carl shudders]
to bury their men with.
-[Nate] Mm-hmm. -Hmm.
No one wanted to touch him.
[guttural groaning]
Listen, Carl.
-[Nate] What's Waddleton gonna do? -Uh-huh.
[voice 2 on TV] Sorry, not enough for you!
-[distant explosion] -[growling]
I'll also examine him internally to establish a baseline.
Whatever left that will be back for it.
You've made your peace with this thing, then?
[unsettling music playing]
[thunder rumbles, claps]
♪ Catch a falling star And put it in your pocket ♪
[Nate] I told my deputies to give you a head start
[Carl] You are in your new home, but you won't be occupying it for long.
He was last seen at a bar called Trucker's Tavern
♪ Catch a falling star And put it in your pocket ♪
Have to be careful of the pectoral muscles or I'll lose the use of these arms.
[eerie chittering]
And we're friends, aren't we?
That should be cold enough.
There is blood-tinged mucus,
[voice reverberates] Be sloppy.
That's the best they could do?
[Carl grunts]
[Nate] My deputies and I,
along with the right coronary artery.
Stake out that ridge over there. Will you?
Dodge?
Cursed?
[knocking on door]
Somewhere quiet. We don't want these yokels hearing, do we?
You know, it's a curious problem.