Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Stop hitting yourself.
Our lives were so small|and puny,
Star was right about you.
Whoa.
Can I check out|that arm?
ASTRONAUT FUTURE FIGURED!
'Tis a sad day
Russell Ferguson: You're gonna lose your helmet. You're gonna lose your pencil. You have no more Hop-Hop, no more TV, no more toys, no more nothing.
Huh?|Huh?
and he'll never let me|live it down.
Eat his bowels.
Oh, Diaz family.
They're gold.
Now that's|an appendage.
PANCAKES?|WAFFLES?
♪ I'm from another dimension
Lederhosen Tycoon.
Yeah, crush that wood.
in a really boring crowd.
Then we're gonna get|Jackie Lynn Thomas
Gustav, Gustav, Gustav, Gustav!
High five!
I found Scandinavian books|and language tapes in his bag.
I made you a cake.
He's made you|even more meatballs!
I know.
Yeah! Pretty cool,|right?
The crabby cab driver came to Spain for celery ice cream.
Unless,
Way ahead of you.
I'M CAN'T DOING MY ONE DIRECTION?!!!!!
( grunts )|And totally broken.
MAN: I'm the meat guy,|Leave a message.
MY CD!
Marco, honey, sweetie, sweetheart, cutie, sugar, sweetie pie, cutie pie! Marco, honey, sweetie, sweetheart, cutie, sugar, sweetie pie, cutie pie!
( groans )
Marco, honey, sweetie, sweetheart, cutie, sugar!
Pigtails?
we're meeting Gustav|for a picnic
I knew you were up to no good,|meatball boy!
We've missed you|so much.
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