Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

(singing opera)
How about this one?
(gasps)
(spits)
I'm frightened of nothing, not even hellfires.
(screams)
(thunder crashing)
Step right up, only two bits!
I think we've made some progress here.
A naked rooftop cookout, and... Oh, my god!
Expect some entertainment for their nickel!
(gasps)
(screams)
Aw, geez.
Hey, if they get on an airbus,
(falls down stairs, grunts, shouts)
Thrill as...
Actually, it's more of a globular cluster.
Of a traveling freak show.
Marge! Get away from those freaks.
I'm seeing a 12-car pileup,
(thunder crashing)
Homina, homina, homina.
Hey, you should ask her out, moe.
I'm Pain And Hurt From Santa's Joy
Moe, whatever small time together we have
Hee-haw!