Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'm six years old, and tap dancing is my favoritest thing.

Tonya keeps her tap shoes in there.

It won't be long, Johnnycakes.

I'm smellier than a whorehouse's outhouse.

But on the other claw, maybe I can't live without her.

A skilled surgeon could perform a nose transplant.

There. My home's all clean, except for one part.

Good God, what's that horrible stench?

But you know what would really stink?

The previous tenant was a very prominent raccoon.

Oh, there will be lots more.

I have nothing to live for, so I don't mind telling you those pennies are mine.

Damn right, and I'm organizing a tap-dance contest for the Parks and Rec Department.

Please don't cry. I can't stand to see a living thing feel pain.

No chance, garbage-can face.

Please describe it to me.

I don't know what's wrong with this location.

A real live date in a physical place that exists!

Man, you are irredeemably evil.

Something's come up.

FYI, this little lady has a heart condition.

What's the catch? She looks normal.

You've accomplished so much more than most of us would bother to.