Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

The doctor should be in here any moment.

(quietly): We can't let that happen.

Time to knock you out!

(weakly): Help.

Baby Berby wants some milk?

♪ Birdy horse, I'm a horse ♪

distract me from my pain.

None of you get jealous! (laughs)

And leaning on this stroller feels good

-but one tuna melt in a microwave and you're toast. -(ding)

I care so much about my job.

Wow. We did it.

And so I sat here thinking,

I love to show off my work.

You look like a tree stump or a mini fridge.

Hold still, Barky Boy.

Or you can squeeze me in...

from Bertie's life.

Uh, if you need any surgeries done,

a celebration of your friendship with Tuca.

Help! (screams)

I'm squeezing in now.

It's all swollen, so he needs to avoid that tissue.

-What is that?! -Uh...

Wow, they're all making six figures?

Not at all! But, look,

-BERTIEWHALE: Barnacles. -Oh!

What's up, Bertie-ertie?