Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

It's boring out there.

Fry, we have a crate to deliver.

I don't see you with a fungineering degree.

And one giant line for admission.

I am gonna have my own super bowl with kid rock

"Death by sonic diarrhea."

Planet Express.

Nice catch, idiot.

But the phony stuff is what's fun.

protecting Planet Express from lawsuits in the event...

I'd like to hold off any major screw-ups...

That's what I came to see.

First one, then the other

I'll Start my own marketing agency With blackjack and hookers

Uh... I'm ready to go back now.

Guh! It's the happiest place orbiting Earth.

It's just a crummy plastic flag...

but I intend to do as little dying as possible.

Six, five, four, three, two, one. Blastoff.

Get it off. Get it off!

In fact, forget the Harley Quinn

trust Planet Express for reliable, on-time delivery.

Now, let's have breakfast.

If something goes wrong...

Welcome to Luna Park.

I'm going to build my own amusement park

just like Neil Armstrong...

First one then the other

What? My mother was a saint!

FIRST ONE THEN THE OTHER

so you ain't going nowhere till sunrise.

I should warn you, though, he's a little... unusual.

no matter how much you wanted to.

# I got a big ol' head #

Are there really giant birds like that?

# How many roads must a man walk down #

Why does a Moon rock...