Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

There, there, Marco.
- Right. - Bye-bye, Monkees.
They might even use the rack.
A ha ha, ah, thanks, and, and, and, and this is salt for you.
He's had enough; take him off.
You better try something else. Hey fellas, fellas! Hey fellas!
Oh, I'm all stretched out.
I'm really very grateful.
? Rock! Rock! Hey! Da da da roll!
Well, I don't wear a wa-my wallet!
It's for good luck. You throw it over your shoulder.
I must take one of you to lunch this week.
That pin stands for the flow of the tide.
Oh.
No, relax.
Oh, help! Fight! Kill! Help! Oh, blood!
Oh, well, you don't really have to do that. I'm not really-
I warn you, we are desperate people.
All I need now is a light. Wrong light. Ooh, that's better.
Oh, gee, I'm sorry, Zeppo.
Hey, fellas, look! There's a fire! Fire, ooh!