Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I can help you. Come with me.

The Empire does not tolerate failure, Sergeant.

What-- What just happened?

(engine starting)

Pack up their gear and take it to the hangar.

Oh, come on. It's been days since I've blown something up.

(object clatters)

I told you to stay close.

So, the newly declared empire sent you to wipe us out?

Well, how does that help us?

The fifth is Omega.

Um, n-never mind.

Let's test that theory.

Try it again. A little harder.

(clone troopers laughing)

And he's not a big supporter of clones.

Oh! I hate hand signals.

I don't like to think of executing our commanders as a mission objective.

Let's see here. Hold still.

Clearance code? Don't they know who we are?

Sorry. It won't happen again.

Thank you, General.

(creatures chirping, chittering)

Why don't you come here and make me?

Shh! People will hear us.

Rerouted to the capital. We're all you're getting.

We should leave if we're gonna make the rendezvous.

I know it's not your fault.

(sighs) A long time.

Wrecker, it is a logical conclusion

but galactic zone changes put the adjusted figure at around 205.

Ha! We're all you need.

Come, Omega. There is work to do.

Tech: That is a probe droid.

-(groans) -Tech!

None of this makes sense.

Kid, you're not a soldier. It's dangerous.

I can think of one.

A research assignment? Those are my favorite.

If you punch the correct spot.

Crosshair, let's get these tanks moving.

I don't believe it. That's Clone Force 99.

(Wrecker laughing)

We're here to help. No!

(chuckles) Like there was any doubt.

Is that Crosshair?