Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

WELL, LITTLE MISS FLINT, WE ARE GOING TO HAVE A GREAT DAY.

MIFTers, you and your mini MIFTers, search the door shafts.

signing a simple contract to legalize your response.

Not sure why they call him a goofball.

MIFTers and mini MIFTers, our day is almost done.

Your naked chicken.

-(MINI MONSTERS LAUGHING) -TYLOR: Hmm?

Uh, Ms. Flint, uh, are we all supposed to be playing fart xylophones,

We got lemon, we got lingonberry.

-But the 4-22-16! -Do it.

-Seventh time's the charm? -(IMITATES EXPLOSION)

YETI: Snow cones here! Get your snow cones!

SMITTY: What are production babies?

Oh, proud crying. (SNIFFING)

Maybe if you weren't being such an a... mbitiously focused individual.

A mini monster was lost in the door shaft. Have you seen anything?

Oh, darn. Mr., uh, Tusclin.

The work order said it's a broken trash can wheel.

My mom mentioned his amazing comic theory, blah, blah...

as you can see, and a goofball.

Same time next week, Mr. Tusclin.

She was my last chance at becoming a jokester.

Get out of my way! I'll take care of this.

You know this was all her mom's fault, right?

The crab apple does not fall far from the tree.

KURTZ: Hey. I'm busy watching here.

ALL: (CHANTING) M-I-F-T!

Not the high gooptose horn syrup that they use today.

MIFTers and mini MIFTers, look alive,

You're gonna be having so much fun, you're not gonna wanna go back.