Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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