Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[wind whistles]

[Wednesday] The perfect surprise.

Is that supposed to be about Mom?

His mother drew it before she died.

But now parties and presents and games, it…

♪ Happy birthday, dear Wednesday ♪

[Tyler] Let me try.

Enid and I will search upstairs.

Uh… Wednesday?

Too bad the school is on lockdown.

She's both my literary hero and nemesis,

Uh, could you do me a favor?

Get an ambulance!

The boy my father was accused of murdering.

[distressing music swells]

Tall, black, two sugars, to go?

-And I don't believe in ghosts. -Maybe you should.

I overheard the voicemail he left you.

Actually, you left yours at the Weathervane.

She's like the ghost of bitchiness future.

[menacing music playing]

Well, who do you think delivered the cake?

but she seems to be ignoring my entreaties.

and you are forbidden from pursuing anything to do with this case, understood?

I don't bury hatchets.

[eerie notes twinkle]

Now, you listen to me.

Listen, yesterday I told you all signs pointed to this house, and I was right.

[thunder rumbling]

You end up alone, unable to trust others,

[Enid] Not to make this about me,

Eugene's moms, I'm working with them.

Said it could help me refocus my life.

[jauntily macabre music playing]

I gotta get to the hospital. I gotta check on the mayor.

I didn't think any outcast would ever speak to me again.

Last week at the Weathervane, my dad said I had to get my act together.

Try anything and you'll lose limbs.

No ors, no sos, no ifs, no ands, no buts. No ors, no sos, no ifs, no ands, no buts.

Second thoughts. Why don't I just stay out here?

"You're too needy."

She's the kind of girl who's gonna get you hurt.

I saw this on my bookshelf and thought of you.

Birthday gift from Enid.