Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

It's all pooted out.
The beech wood ager!
With the... and the... you know, the...
Aw, come on.
to cut off that umbrilical cord.
Lisa, I know every moldy inch of this unaccredited school,
Oh Poop
It wasn't me, boys.
They've brought nothing but good luck since I got them.
Well, if you live long enough, you start to accumulate things.
I'll return this to the school.
to their rightful owners.
Homer? Oh.
Sir, this bus is too heavy
Fine.
You're a real jerk...!
Chief Wiggum, stop that train!
"The children are on bus 23."
That's the key to my box with the real skull.
With the keys!
Let's give it a shot.
Seymour got his keys.
There's no time to be safe!
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