Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[dramatic music plays]
See, what you do is you take a regular word and put "moon" in it,
Oh, thanks.
Jesus, they're still making these?
The CIA broke his damn brain.
You're a fucking psycho.
[Reagan] Gigi, change of plans. We need Melvin back.
He's trying to pull the moon out of Earth's orbit.
While you're up there, find my sunglasses I left behind.
[chuckling] Reagan, you are a gas.
Pick it up.
Don't moon-tion it.
Didn't want you getting too much of her judginess.
The signal's getting stronger. Keep an eye out for beads and lava lamps.
Dagnabbit. That SOS we sent you
Stand down, Melvin.
This means war. [clears throat]
Son of a bitch.
So, are you gonna tell Buzz?
[both] Screw you, asshole.
[gasps] My sunglasses! [grunts]
[grunts]
Fuck! We finally met our match,
Tomorrow, you're gonna show up at Cognito,
[dramatic music playing]
I can never find an inroad with that guy.
[screams, grunts]
No, I got a better one.
How could you not tell me that my real father is Buzz Aldrin?
You're free to roam. Just stay away from the dark side.
-[phone vibrating] -[yelps]
just to prove you're my daughter.
That's right, Jimmy. And please, call me Melvin.
who created a free-love commune and refused to return home.
-[inspirational music plays] -Uh-huh.
-And I'll replant the American flag. -[triumphant music plays]
-[air swooshing] -[dog barking]
[Moontopians] Your Highness.
[hip-hop music playing]