Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Holy crap! What are you wearing?
Continue, Mr. Orpheus. You were saying?
Let me see that. I don't remember...
All we have to do is come back, and if the hair is gone...
Your honor, I have children listening to this potty talk!
Keep your voice down.
That clue's filthy.
There's, like, five of us on it.
Aw, cool. I get that!
It was, like, I don't know, those weird kids, the Venture brothers.
And it's a good thing I have my trusty penknife.
part of the Venture clique, I think.
It means Dr. Orpheus had to take a dump.
Dean told me how he pounds his...
How sweet. A Bible.
The cad! How dare he!
Strangers, withdraw!
Booty!
"a sodium-pentothal-tipped dart deep into his own thigh.
What with this condition I'm sorely afflicted with.
Finally, number three on the Guild's most wanted list...
I can just tell... egg salad.
That's it! This court will recess for one hour.
You won't believe this.