Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Cups?
And no peeking in the package!
Oh. Phew.
No.
Followed by Flaming Limbs!
[explosion]
Hey, try to watch it, two of you! Hey, try to watch it, two of you!
Oh, like you would with those clodhoppers of yours.
All right. Be back by closing time, or I'm selling the ball.
You're a washed up dancer. [trombone plays comedic sting]
[Ribby] Not quite.
Give me that!
The delivery.
-You’re a washed-up dancer. -(trombone plays comedic sting)
Not quite.
Ribby and Croaks want to kill us!
[laughs]
I mean, uh… Nothing.
Aw.
Ooh, I see you got the exploding shoes I sent ya.
Well, in that case, can I have my box back, then?
You’re a washed up dancer.
Well, see you later.
[cackles loudly]
'Cause youse tried to bury me alive that time, remember?
We got a job to do. Now, let's go.
Oh. Phew.
What a Letdown!
Nope.
We got a job to do. Now let's go.
Sure. Whatever.
-Ain't you curious why it's ticking? -(box ticking)
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