Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Yes, but I'm scared of what you'll do when I stop.

[elves cheering]

Oh, my boy. I've been meaning to... But the thing is, I...

Maybe the vial is a fake.

Good to see a twinkle in the holes where your eyes used to be.

Elfo is hereby banished from Dreamland.

Three hundred-count Plimgrovian cotton, I believe.

from their quest that we all privately thought would fail.

I got a lot on my mind.

Woo-hoo! Back in Dreamland!

Princess, it's time to go.

[chicken squawks]

And would a racist do this?

No, you sicko! Examine the vial, huh?

Wait a minute. It's just three quarters of a dead raccoon.

[chuckles and exclaims]

And whenever you're ready, we'll get you a new pet.

Ah, my dreams are this close to coming true.

Ah, screw team spirit. Those elves stole my stash.

Who is that puny, little runt?

which is why he's in the dungeon.

The only problem is, the location is a secret,

If three of the juiciest of you would hop into my sack, we'll be on our way.

There's only one drop of blood. I don't know who to choose.

Now, here's the deal, Touchy.

Aw, I'm not a god.

[Elfo] Not totally.

Touch me somewhere else!