Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Yeah, yeah, no, no, I heard, I heard.
-W... Uh, well... -If my glasses fog up, don't be alarmed.
Well, someone needs to clean it.
but I got it back on track.
- My butt! - Your butt.
And Zombie Jimmy Jr. Asks me to dance.
Hahaha
Yeah! What if we go on one of those dating sites?
♪ Bah-bah-bah, bah-bah-bah-bah Bruce ♪
I'm taking my mom to see Digereedudes,
If you have to ask, then you don't get it.
- Bruce! You're okay! - (honks)
(mumbling continuing)
Guess I wasn't sad and desperate enough.
and be my date to the dance?
Oh, no. It's biting him more than before.
Hi, Tina. I just want to say,
Oh, God, oh, no. I'll be right back.
- Gene. - What's happening to Tina?
- What? - What?
for an undead guy, huh?
- Oh, no. Bob, maybe you're right. - Don't eat here. Don't eat here!
I like that weird duck over there.
-Can you grab some more from downstairs? -In a minute, Bob.
Did you change your mind, Tina?
Oh, she's at dance committee. Her theme got picked.
Um... no. I-I'm not going to the dance.
'Cause you're all up in my business.
And then I fall but catch myself
Tina, the dance committee meeting is starting soon.
Don't remind me. I can still taste it.
Okay. All done. Time for school.
Tina's not talking to you because you didn't ask her
I'm never gonna find a date by this weekend.
So, wait, Tina is hanging out with a goose?
Fine. Whatever. I don't care.
and he was a goose.
- not act like Gretchen. - Don't eat here!
Was her big fantasy.