Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Have you ever seen a sad prince, Klaus?

Francine, you were right.

and we're all gonna stick with it this time, right, guys?

(garbled radio transmission, siren wailing in distance)

But the crest and the fairy tale cottage.

PASSENGERS: Whoa...

from one of you, that will satisfy our contract.

Hang on, son! I'm coming!

Smiths, what a heroic display.

and my moral compass always points south...

This pastie belonged to a civilian.

And you were supposed to give up hugs!

This year my Lenten promise

Nope, that'll make me cry.

wore this pastie last night!

Let me tourniquet that, Mr. S.

he'll leave, and we'll all be off the hook.

Your family was true to their word,

I love drugs and drinking and gambling,

What are we gonna do, Dad?

Two summers ago.

(Steve cries, sobs, weeps, whimpers, wails, bawls, snivels, whines, mourns, moans, grieves, sniffles, sorrows, and laments loudly or noisily) (Steve cries, sobs, weeps, whimpers, wails, bawls, snivels, whines, mourns, moans, grieves, sniffles, sorrows, and laments loudly or noisily)

This sacrifice is the true spirit of Lent.

I don't think I tell you enough

and for once in our lives,

You all agreed. You signed a contract.

Rum! It's also in this needle.

She was wearing it!