Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

(groans) Stupid kids!
I see two therapists!
- Oh! Let go! Ow! - BART: Yum.
♪ Seymour Skinner ♪
Okay, Mom, you're on bongos.
- (clears throat) - I mean, Jules, Jules.
Nice backpack, Martin.
You sent me a dork so dweeby
That's my breakfast, lunch and dinner.
and the only people looking for me are...
What do you got in there, ladies' underwear?
Now, let's get moving, people.
WILLIE: Stupid buzzwords!
I can make it to Ankle Rock on my own.
Cut!
I'm not your buddy.
Nuclear orange poop... (gasps)
Ever so low.
(munching)
Hmm.
Then prepare to die!
- is meaningless. - NELSON: Help!
Oh, aah, the cat! (screaming)
Huh? Huh?
That's not treasure, that's garbage.
and badasses, right, guys?
and hauled me away.
My smoothie-shaker!
This is pretty fun, Lisa.
(air horn blows)
by tomorrow at noon.
to Willie if you don't stop this.
(cats meowing)