Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Come on, get to the end part.
Hank, don't brag to your brother about your circumcision.
swelling in one or both testes, or even blood in your semen...
What happened to my underwear?
I saw it climb the wall.
Could we just do this, please?
Give me the boy, Monarch.
The Guild of Calamitous Intent... which, incidentally, I only joined...
and he needs the help of...
you put all over the camper?
The Guild of Calamitous Intent... which, incidentally, I only joined...
And shut up. This isn't a quiz.
- Is too! - No, there isn't!
'Cause the minute you finish your little speech, I'm gonna kill you.
The screen says you just lost another unit.
How do you think your father knew everything about it?
Is that better for you?
We meet back here in two days.
Nothing. So where are we going?
It seems that his son has a mysterious malady
you have to let us all go.
I'll be right back.
"M" for Monarch.
And what's more, you arrogant little trouble-maker...
And tell.
Papa Smurf has a [bleep]-ing beard.
I was gonna tape them in a scrapbook, but here.
Are you going to get the phone or not?
and they never took their foot away!
Get these corpses out of here!
Oh, come on!
Your arrogance will be your undoing.
there are some people who I would like you to meet.
to refuel the helicopter?
I'm gonna put them under my pillow for the tooth fairy!
Psyche! Ha, sucker!
Grover Cleveland's presidential time machine for me.
Brace yourself.
My testicles spun around.
for in seconds, the dreaded candiru will seek out the tiny...
It's a real problem.
This isn't any fun for me, either.
- Did not! - Did too!
Someone got him Brock Samson?
You really have to hold that so close to my face?
Or even deep below the earth's crust.
And hair for grass.
let's see what all this fuss is about.
Brock! Hank!
Do you want me to get H.E.L.P.eR. To do it?
I have to kill him. Those are my orders.
I'm taking Dean back to the Amazon...
swelling in one or both testes, or even blood in your semen...
You are so gullible. What is that like?
Morning, sleepyheads.
Gentlemen, welcome to the heart of the Monarch's lair...
Dean, have you been shooting dope into your scrotum?
Dad, why are you doing this?
I do hope you don't already have one.
Well, it doesn't look like the Monarch needs anything.
Then suddenly something cuts number Forty-Three's tendon.
I know you've been seeing a lot of that little tramp who lives next door.