Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-Oh, dang. -KING: Hey, Piniet. We're done.

-What the heck, man? Learn to collaborate. -Hush, you.

Ma'am, shouldn't we be searching for the Owl Lady to join the coven?

(TYPEWRITER CLACKING)

-(LAUGHS) -Ugh!

(OPENING THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

(TYPING CONTINUES)

And with luck, I'll get to the Bloom of Eternal Youth before Lilith.

(GRUNTS) Cut to the finish.

A fair without rides?

I want to buy it and publish it for everyone to read.

-Let me get you a fruit punch. -Ooh, I love punching.

C, I feel like pickpocketing some dork while they browse.

without rebelling against your gushy fantasy slop.

Oh, yes. Right here.

And I fought my way back here for you to read my story.

It's beautiful. You must let me publish this.

I think the emperor will be very pleased.

"Truly awful"? But I'm a best-selling writer. How?