Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[carnival music playing]
[Eleven grunts, groans]
Oh, my God.
[ominous music playing]
Dustybuns
[Eleven yells]
it's somebody that I... didn't even talk to in school.
in a really long time.
Woo! Here we go!
[Mike] Pull!
El...
But enough of me blabbering.
- No, it's not. - [yells] Yes, it is.
[intense synth music playing]
[chuckles]
It's Woody Woodpecker!
- Couldn't understand what you were saying. - Goddamn low battery.
[snarling]
What do you think?
[sighs] You know, they do say it makes you crazy.
[indistinct chatter]
That's what he says.
- She does not sound like that. - She sounds exactly...
Yes, yes, he's a brute. I know.
[garbled radio audio]
[crowd cheering]
[men groaning]
Why?
[man groans]
[gasps]
You keep doubting me!
Maybe he's drugged.
- Hey! You look like you're surfing! - Surfing! Yeah!
I feel like, this summer, I have laughed harder
I think it's because I found someone who's a little bit better for me.
[distorted radio chatter]
[rapid carnival music playing]
- [Doc] I sent him... into the future! - [Dustin sighs]
[monstrous screeching]
- All right, my turn. - Okay.
What I wanna say is...
either quit your bickering, or pull over,
You're gonna have an awesome scar.
[in Russian] What was that?
- "Boyfriends." - No! No, no, not boyfriends either.
No, first, we need to stop the bleeding,
[Karen sighs deeply]
I taste it! I taste it!
[barker] You, sir!
[Murray laughs heartily]
[carnival music playing]
[grunts]
[pull-tab clicks loudly]
Yeah, there is. Our military.
- [kids straining] - [creature roars]
Jim! Alexei! They got Alexei, Jim!
About?
You hear me? Stay put!
[Ted] Holy smokes!
- C'mon, catch up. - That's El?
Shit. Guess we'll have to go to plan B.
Thank you. Here you go. [chuckles]
There is a reason this warning label says "18 or older."
["The Washington Post March" playing]
Yeah?
- Who's El? - I'm sorry, who are you?
bagel crumbs all over the floor.