Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Whoa! Look at those wheels!
Brock looks like hell.
We don't even know who our old mommy was.
We don't do that! We do not eat test tubes.
Attention, unidentified aircraft.
I'm thirsty.
Well, I'm off on my date.
That'll be Charlene. Gotta run, boys.
Can't you see where this is maybe different?
Move over. I'm driving.
And why are you dressed like the clown on my lamp, Pop?
You're mixing acids and bases there.
You hear muffled whimpers coming from the trunk of a limousine.
- Bud. - You got it, ape-drape.
don't come crying to me.
Drink it.
Did you spit in this?
Ah, Mr. Samson. Excellent. OK.
That you don't like Zepp?