Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Or they quickly change and then quickly change back.
Okay, Otto. Pressure's on.
Well, I'm tired of being a wannabe league bowler. I wanna be a league bowler!
Uh, excuse me. I'd like to request $17...
Uh, Mr. Burns, next week is the big championship game.
No-o-o. I need some more ether.
There it is, boys: the championship trophy.
I'm going to make sure my desk is exactly parallel to the rear wall. Poo pooooooooooooooooooooooooo! poo poo. Poo. Poo. Poo. Poo. Poo. Poo poo poo poo poo poo poo poo poo poo. Poo!!! Poooooooooooooooooooooooo. Poo.
- Yee-haw! - Arr, me mateys. Arr.
Well, we certainly got walloped tonight, eh, fellas?
- Don't look at it, children. - The octopus makes a good point.
My old gimpy knee has gone akimbo again.
I gotta go. My damn wiener kids are listening. L
with an iron-on sporting the Mad slogan "up with miniskirts. "
I'm going to make sure my desk is exactly parallel to the rear wall. (Takes everything clothes off) (Everyone disgusted but Bart) Sniff my butt! (Class sniffs) ALL: Disgusting! (ALL VOMITING) Bart: (SIGHS) I’m in love. Wink. She went poo poo she pooped
Ooh. Whatever I got ahold of is big.
Then back to my place, where I will get you blotto!
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from bowlin' with us tonight, heh, heh, heh.
Look. Here comes the "friend ship" sailing your way.
of sweaty, useless, disgusting flab before he can win the title.
I'll just write the zero first.
Horseplay's down 40%. Youthful exuberance has been cut in half.
Don't worry about nothin', Homer. I have a feeling...
- Aww. - Now, Homer, you were about to say something to me.