Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You know, Lucas feels terrible about what happened at the dance.

Tyler, you check the rest of the ground floor.

-Okay. This isn't what I signed on for. -Ditto.

Usually I'd call BS on something like that,

I just figured you could relate.

"Enid, you're a doormat."

I spoke with Weems. You and Xavier won't be punished.

[music fades away]

[gate hinges creaking]

I'll take you back after I get your statement.

This is officially the worst girls' night out ever!

When you change your mind and you want my help,

Like a monkey's paw.

How? They're all dead. Every last one of them.

[foreboding music playing]

♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

And now I'm one step closer to solving this case.

You know, as a lookout.

[chilling music playing]

-Got our hands dirty. -Gardening?

[tender, emotional music playing]

These are the body parts from the monster's victims.

Werewolf thing.

The sooner I master that, the sooner I crack this case.

I don't need your help or your pity. I already have a mother and a therapist.

Call me old-fashioned,

Shut up, Mom. Get out of my head!

[foreboding music playing]

I figured since you no longer have an old vendetta to obsess over,

I know you're usually a quad kind of girl, but I've been working on that all week.

-I think we're a lot alike. -We aren't.

Trauma like this leaves emotional scars on the whole family.

I didn't ask for a free session.

I prefer to be vilified.

Oh, is that, uh… that Enid's gift?

[Kinbott] Who's Goody?

I just feel like ever since the Rave'N, you've kind of been ghosting me.

Be home before curfew.

The non-birthday dinner.

There's no need.

So he can take me back to Nevermore and get me expelled?

Sheriff, pick up your damn phone, it's Noble.