Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- MADISON: Oh, God, no! - (burps)
(panting): Haw-haw! Haw-haw!
What say that chum were you?
My footage, my beautiful faked found footage!
- maybe we can... (whispering) - Mm.
and they want to chop us in half.
(screams) Ew, slugs!
You know how they love the little fat folds
Al fresco!
(sobbing)
(both grunt)
Somnicrank to help me sleep!
Maggie, honey, play nice with the kitty.
That's the fear.
(monstrous voice): Where be our goat?
(yelling)
Start working on your neighs.
And now he walks dogs for a living.
(bleating nearby)
(both giggling)
Uh, Jules, slow down.
No way! That name's reserved for Axl Rose,
Oh, my gosh, it's time for my only-child beat poetry.