Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

From one adult to another,
and see if I can get my bearings.
Oh, I closed that.
I feel like I'm on Big Little Lies.
The tide's just starting to come in.
Hey, um, why did they call it the underwater coffin anyway?
All right. Now I just have to come up with a poem.
Maybe down this way.
Come on, I'm not that old, guys.
That is good. Oh, one last thing.
in an abandoned wing of the prison,
- N-No, Wolf. That's my name. - Oh, copy that.
Huh. How did this get closed?
Greta Meatweep. ♪
Get in here!
Everybody follow me. Aah! O-Okay.
Poem. Poem. Barf. Barf. Poem.
Uh, Wolf? Are we lost?
Practically got it memorized, Teachio.
But you can hold your own hand and pretend it's mine.
and we got to watch live so we don't see any spoilers.
you frigging got it, Theodore.
It just came out. I got flustered,
that lasagna was "Under the Tuscan Yum."
with your lover Calista's husband?
but Dad and I are gonna head out into the woods tomorrow morning
or a throw pillow that says,
"Up there, it's their time.
Guys, I'm not gonna officially label us lost.
Students, stop talking.
I told you this tour would be filled with chills and thrills.
Guys, I'm talking about your back-cage passes.
Please never call me that again.
Pee-yew, am I right?
on this field trip, and I love it.
- all the dishes and cleaning. - No, no, Dad.
There's only one track to get back on,
What I would give to hear a leaf again.
And I promised to attend