Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Is it so hard to pull a handle?
- Really? - Maybe.
Secure the prison level.
Everything is super great and normal here.
It may well be floating over the moon!
Brock! Hank!
I'm coming in with some cake, and a little surprise for you.
Hey! It's the Grand Canyon.
Now you guys are just ganging up on me.
It's the Monarch's crown!
Get the kid a change of clothes.
Don't be so hard on yourself.
Why not?
And let them feel the sting of the Monarch!
and you crack one open and the little nut is all dark...
Cut the rope!
OK, then. All right.
And what's more, you arrogant little trouble-maker...
With your lifestyle, who knows?
It's like you won the genetic freak lottery.
Distress call from cellblock "C."
Yeah, it's my signature.
Oh, and Brock?
Papa Smurf has a [bleep]-ing beard.
Well, if it isn't the late Dr. Thaddeus Venture.
Touch...
We can do nothing. It'll probably keep swelling...
You're finished, right?
Check it out for yourself.
You just keep pushing my buttons!
Your arrogance will be your undoing.
I'm going to palpate, Dean.
I won't tell you this again.
You can't wear underpants until we remove the dressing, sweetie.
Don't even think about ralphing on me.
The Monarch has his hands in many sinister soups
Well, it doesn't mean I never wash it.
Can't we just use the puppet again?
High five.
No way!
You understand me?
What are all those people doing here?
I captured them.
God, what a pro!
Release the butterflies!
OK, sure.
What do you mean you're not going with me?
I'll give him your regards.
To be honest with you, I never really considered that.
It will be a far cry from sleeping over Dr. Venture's garage...
You said you wouldn't look!
It's getting worse!
sharp henchmen in peak physical condition.
'Cause the minute you finish your little speech, I'm gonna kill you.
Conjectural Technologies.
They are so obviously mammals!
Oh, I guess the muscular one is all right...
Could it be I read it, like...
Why don't you ever flush?
What's going on over there?
I can't feel my hands.
Aw, what are you? Some sort of an imbecile?
But what if Dean dies before then?
It was a giant spider!
Time-out!
The boss is wicked excited that you're here to celebrate his birthday.
That's what I do! That's my thing!
OK.
It's getting worse!
And tell.
Well, nobody's really that impressed...
There's a guy in here who guards his headquarters...
Brock Samson.
Oh, yeah. The Zoocreeper.
Brock is totally wailing on you guys.
Plausible.
It's your father! Everybody scramble!
Look, this is ridiculous.
It seems that his son has a mysterious malady...
He's got it all.
Now I feel gross wearing them two days in a row.
I don't approve of the way she dresses.
I wanted to thank you for finding...