Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

There's always some shooting or screaming.
Yeah, what's the scoop?
He did seem more willing to talk when we were at the police station.
- Oh, it's locked. - Of course it's locked.
Get back in there.
I mean, we can't just leave him here. He'd starve to death.
Quiet down, please!
K-9 to KB-5.
Yeah, maybe it was. I don't know.
and he's helping us move Gig's car.
Hey, why would anybody leave a lantern here?
Well...
Steve, what is it?
- Right. - See?
You know that 80 or 90 percent of the accidents are front-end jobs.
No, the key's already here. It's been locked from the inside.
I sure did! Tonight and every other night.
CO2!
Well, you're not crazy.
Boy oh boy oh boy! Wait till Doctor gets back and sees this!
Well, what are you gonna do, Steve?
Has everyone in this fool town gone crazy?
- Shhh. - Where are you going?
Yeah, get everyone down in the cellar.
I'm going to get to the bottom of this right now.
Jim, we'll take care of this whole thing tomorrow.
Knock it off! Go ahead, Steve.
I'm gonna turn on the light.
When I come in on Monday,
Danny, do you know where Janey is?
We'll leave word to have him call us when he checks in.
Let's go. Ritchie, you mind the store.
Well, that's more like it.
Hold up, Mooch!
'Night, dear.
- What? - Just do it, Phil!
- Hmm. - Go on!
- You wanna die? - What are we supposed to do?
Now look, I just don't have time to prove anything tonight. Do you understand?
What's the matter? Jane!
- Don't go. Don't leave me. - I'll be right back.
In there.
Oh, no, that's not what I mean.
Right through the door and all around the wall
I think you should send us the biggest transport plane you have...
Can I name him William?
Well, it's all that's here.
What about this, Steve?
- Bert? - Yeah.
Yes, I'll be back tomorrow night, probably late.
Aren't you afraid to go out by yourself?
- Hey, what landed here? - We must be getting close to the front line.
I guess it's the old man's dog.
- Get 'em. - Say, Dave, what is this thing?
- Yeah, okay, get in. - It hurts.
I'll apologize over a sandwich. I mean, on me.
There should be enough juice in that line to burn the thing to a crisp.