Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Look at you.
- Who's got the power, Dawn? - Well...
Why don't we go around the room and introduce ourselves?
Singing our little songs.
Cheat.
What did you see? When I found you in the stall.
I don't know...
Possibly the only two students in this school whose files are as thick as yours was.
- Listen, Anya. If it was just me... - What do you mean, if it was just you?
Where's my sister?
Are you OK?
Gotta start deadening young minds. It's really nice to meet you. You have fun.
- This is a bad time to be a good guy. - What is this, an intervention?
Ooh, he'd better run for cover(!)
You can thank your sister for this.
A soul's slipperier than a greased weasel. Why do you think I sold mine?
It's inside you now, this magic.
Is that why you let me die?
I may have destroyed Dawn's social life in 30 seconds. Apart from that, no.
It's about power.
There was a bee. It flew in my eye.
Can I borrow a pencil?
A girl.
Hey.
No deaths. No eviscerations.
- Got everything? Books, lunch, stakes? - Check thrice.
All we want is for you to leave, so we can rest again.
No. It's not.
Sorry, my dog... dog... walker.
Right back to the beginning.
Come on, you guys. Let's go find a way upstairs.
- So, he's got the power. - Zip it.
Somebody!
So you're the new principal. I... expected you to be more... aged.