Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Roto doesn't trust it. Therefore, I don't trust it.
-Who's trapped? -It's Mike!
Duncan, what did you do?
That was a wink
-CELIA: Oh. Mike... -SULLEY: Googly bear...
-I don't think you should! -I'm going in!
What are you doing here?
VAL: Piñata time!
-Hey. -What happened?
(GRUNTING)
MIFTonians. MIFTies.
bird calls, the super weird vibe with my mom...
No, no. It was a team effort, really. Really.
Back to the Laugh Floor.
-DUNCAN: I heard that. -Val?
Winchester here is needed on the Laugh Floor.
Hello?
You've been at this 18 hours straight.
(GULPS)
Hello?
Is this from a security camera?
you will now signify your readiness for everlasting membership.
This elite squad of polished professionals,
-This is Val. This is Fritz. -Enchanté.
Scream
I can do better. Okay. Okay.
You finished your first job as a MIFTer.
...upon which the factory stands.
CUTTER: Uh-oh.
hungry doubter
-Yeah, we get it. -And who is this lovely lady?
Wink-wink.
Another Laugh Canister...
"Comedy theory. It's no laughing matter."
(SNORING)
Everyone's met. We're good. And you know what?
I'd like to bash the head first, if I may.
"Flow valve, F-4." No, no. Forget it.
I got a better one for ya, four eyes. How about this?
-Five seconds! -There's gotta... No. No, no, no.
MIFTer!