Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

It's a crossroads.
-What kind of crops would we grow? -We could grow anything.
I only watch network television.
-Triumph! -I'm not sure that's the way you spell--
I know it's nothing special, but... it's warmer than those rags.
Are you sure you two don't have a story?
have tumbled off a cliff and been smashed flat.
What? It was a little girl.
If you would like the story of Sunny Baudelaire,
Search the caravan for anything long enough to reach the wheel.
if you froze to death before he could get your fortune, so...
The song is "The Itsy Bitsy Spider,"
If we go to the headquarters, we can find V.F.D. They can help save Sunny.
which is why, when I perform,
is when the weather gets unusually warm before it gets cold again.
And if we're on our own, there won't be anyone to call us freaks.
You should be more accommodating. After all...
Shh!
It sounded like it was working till the last word.
And when you're inside, they make a Very Furtive Disguise.
It's taped to the three-hole punch.
For years, or at least what seemed like years,
That's okay. You bought me time to make this.
And best of all, the Baudelaire fortune is in my hands,
Could use a polish.
I think we should go this way.
When I point at you, say the first thing that pops into your head.
Go fish.
Hey, the baby's gone.
What just happened?
I made you this outfit.
Well, not anymore.
xylophone, young, and zippered.
You haven't seen anyone in trouble, have you, miss?
Good night, travelers. The fire should die out in a few hours.
Snow Scouts should be accommodating. It's the first word of our pledge.
Isn't that right, Brucie?
Taught you how to set fires.
- We regret ours. - Not me.
I read about those terrible children in The Daily Punctilio.
-I'm Esmé Gigi-- -We know who you are.
No!
I need you to get your fortune.
undoing years of therapy.