Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I want that thar car!

All right, I walked into that one.

Ugh... Stupid Mabel.

Po Po Po Po Power with Bearglove

got another growth spurt coming on right now.

Thought you could get away from me, eh, corn chip?

Hahahaha! Hahahaha!

I can't defeat Stan looking like this!

I think this rivalry thing is getting to you.

Five hundred dollars each.

It's not your fault, soos.

You know, so it doesn't fall into the wrong hands and junk.

Never! Never tickle me!

Just another reason we gotta get that flashlight back.

I've been looking for someone to try out my new mirror maze.

"Text" me a "photo"?

But mark my words, Stanford,

OH, I'M ACTING WEIRD? STOP, I'M NAMES

Wizzle... Wizar...

Normal-hand-karate-chop!

Quick. Get in front and I'll re-grow you.

You're cool, soos.

Never works. They don't take orders.

Just keep vacuuming... Just keep vacuuming.

I will text you a photo.

Eh, mine happened first.

You're still taller?!

The lady one. I got it.

Ah, might wanna take another look there.

Did somebody tell you about it?