Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Maybe a funeral, dickhead.

What did you do to your arm?

but I've never seen anything like this before in my life.

His name's Rod Lane.

What the hell are dreams anyway?

You go downstairs.

that's all it is right while you're having it.

Maybe we're going to have a big earthquake.

I've heated up some warm milk for you, honey.

I'll go even crazier?

Just move away from her, son.

Come on, Freddy.

who happens to have gone through two days of hell.

Time enough for me to fall asleep and find him.

She said she grabbed it off his head in her dream.

You won't need a stretcher up there.

Hold it right there!

The door was locked from your side!

Morality sucks.

Mother's in Vegas with a boyfriend.

You're nothing.

What happened, baby?

so I could get some peace and quiet.

She's going into deep sleep now.

He's dead, honey, because Mommy killed him.

You shouldn't talk that way about that poor child.

and Nancy acting so nervous lately.

Did you get a look at him?

I heard something.

and made a trail of it out the door...

He's a musician type.

Or maybe I should grab that bottle and veg out with you.

Don't look at me like I'm some fucking fruitcake!

You're the jock.

Not from what, from whom.

Rod is not a lunatic, Dad.

when I bring him out, OK?

First day back to school after Winter Break Just 40 days until Spring Break!

That's just not reality, Nancy.

Then how do you know that somebody else was there?

As a matter of fact...

I don't know who he is...

I thought I'd see how you were.

It's Rod Lane bringing Lantz down...