Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-Don't do it, Bean. Dreams are tricky. -Shut up, Luci.

I think I know what that means.

Love? But who loves Luci?

Welcome to the first meeting of the Elf-Trøg Neighborhood Association.

Lots of people would like to take over this castle.

All right, tell me who you really are before I slam your nose off.

The only libertarian blowhard in the freak show.

we'll hang her with our own intestines, we will.

Well, look in the mirror.

-No, I'm Bean. -No, I'm Bean.

[all exclaiming]

-Excellent! -I'd like to have a heart attack.

Dad, I need your help.

When I give you the signal, run at that mirror like an idiot, like me.

The kind filled with gravel.

My three sons of bitches.

I'm not. I'm you.

We're well provisioned outlaws on the lam!

Wait. No, it's too risky.

I'm in control now.

Angry, too, I like it.

Welcome to Dreamland, baby.

And, "Steal Grandma's gold tooth and drive Dad crazy!"

You know what--

There's no need for shovin' or bein' a regal jerk fest.

The rest are out here.

I mean, who else has two bad influences?

[groans] Easy there, big fella.

No blood. Both ears.

Please, Luci, do it for our love of Bean.