Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

now.
[ominous music playing]
not rotting flesh.
There are some things I wanna talk to you about,
[scuttling continues]
[cackles gutturally]
No, see, she's not…
[crickets chirp]
-[growling] -[squelching]
Last night, the… the painting…
I've invited a special guest to join us.
you knew how important this was to me.
[Rebecca chuckles] Mr. Green Mouth?
the others, I mean…
There was one night when it wasn't a game.
Rebecca says you specialize in portraits, which I happen to adore.
[cackling]
[clears throat] Who are we waiting on?
shell-shocked and… and… and broken, but it was these, these paintings.
Do you feel it, Will?
Don't keep it a secret.
You were rude tonight.
Mm!
-Are you all right? -Yes.
[cackles]
Time to see what awaits us all
[light footsteps approach]
[retches]
[growling echoes]
My son, he, uh… he isn't sleeping much.
You'll spoil the meal.
[distant chanting]
-Stop it, stop it, stop it. -Knowing where fear…
[Pickman] Now it's time.
Well, I'm not sure he'd agree.
Make it stop please!
Ah, I see you're tardy as usual.
[deep growling]
The deadline for this year's student art prize approaches.
Joe?
Places, gentlemen. You are on my time now.
I want to apologize to you, my love,
If I'm the one, I have to stop you! Your paintings infect my mind.
[brass music playing on radio]
-He's in with them now. -[door bursts]
He is coming from the darkness to show us all the beauty…
Please. Please, please don't.
-Joe's hurt. -What?
My art… [clears throat]
[yells, strains]