Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

come for a visit.
(clears throat) ...uh, uh, friends.
¶ Clink my link, you'll swim, not sink ¶
Um, who's this?
(door creaks)
complaining about crimes I haven't solved.
from my new parking spot.
Well, think about this, Professor.
(chuckles) No, sir.
Frinkcoin, the brainchild of longtime bachelor...
(whistles)
I can still hear it!
Taking Frink to Moe's.
so I got regular tickets.
Good, the two things I can't take
Get out!
Hmm, I guess we'll never know.
(sighs): Oh, evil and, uh...
-(wind whooshing) -(bird caws)
And so, the equation was solved.
Aw, really?