Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Whatever did you do?

[Oona] Is okay, Roy.

[suspenseful music playing]

League of Gallivanting Scrutinators, of course.

-[faintly] Seconds from now-- -What?

Hey! I've been to Hell.

Tia, this company is gigantic

This place has a lot of moving parts, so stick close.

[breathing heavily]

So you wear a fake moustache when you're yourself?

"I can't come, my arm got chopped off by a propeller" crap.

Whoa! This is big. I really need some time to drink about this.

[elevator bell dings]

Betty, send in the Archdruidess immediately.

[chuckles] What?

[Elfo] Wait there! We'll be right back!

Tonight is Company Night at Steamland Amusement Park.

Laughing Horse, you're just encouraging him.

I didn't know if you wanted to go with me.

Seriously, all you have to do is report to work, do your job,

[scoffs] Come on! Who talks that way?

But science, or "stience," as you call it,

There's even a division that makes banjo music for blimps!

A real place, sir. Not some sojourn of your drunken dreams.

Your whisky sour, sir.

-It's a freakin' shling party. Ugh. -[audience shushing]