Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

‐ Oh, nothing, just, you know, walking on the wild side,

I guess we should just start, right?

‐ Pew, pew, pew, pew.

‐ A human took him? Why didn't you tell us?

‐ [sniffs] ‐ Hey.

No socks and no chicken on the bone.

‐ Yes, it's okay, Raccoon.

‐ Did Pam say I had a slot?

[grunts weakly]

‐ Ah, yeah. I think I'll be unpacking this one for a while.

I mean humans? Is that right?

‐ No, no, go on, Elsa.

No, you and your creepy little hands aren't worth it.

So, if anyone's interested in the maid‐of‐honor posish‐‐

‐ Listen, I want to apologize

I can catch a bird.

‐ That's nice, Jenna Gabby.

‐ A car? ‐ [hisses]

Fran's husband is a glass blower.

[raccoons chittering]

I do not have a slot. Maybe I could take one more.

I'm constantly shuttled between my mom's condo

‐ You have any last words, bird?

‐ Mm‐hmm. Sure.

Uh, he's a male... ‐ [screeching]

‐ We may not be wild, but that doesn't mean life's

That's why you unlatched the tiny glass door‐‐window!

Other animals tremble in fear as I pass.