Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh my god they killed Kenny! You bastards!

Blah, blah, blah,|posture.

Nothin' makes you feel|more like a man

It hurts all over.

Oh, just...|just get her.

♪ I'm really thinking I could|call this place home ♪

Ooh, a line.|I love lines!

Why did only|we get hurt?

[blows whistle]

oh, Mewni's|natural beauty.

Care for a dip?

Here's a carnivore|blossom.

Don't worry about it.

Three-eyed|potato baby.

I know how to make|your party more fun.

Okay, Mr. and Mrs. Diaz,|that concludes the tour.

[nervous laughter]|Yum-yum.

Star, you know you're|not to leave Earth.

- There she is!|- Hey, Star.

You're welcome.

Now get off my bus!

I'm sorry. Your mother|and I must cut you short.

Yes. I don't know|what he's doing here,

who wants to watch me|open my presents?

But just this once.

I'll take|the wind chimes, please.

I can't drive a jet.

♪ I ain't from 'round here

♪ I think it suits me,|it's just my style ♪

♪ Pa, pa, pa, pa,|pa, pa, pa, pa ♪