Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

How could I do that when you are the biggest piece...
Yes. Yes, it was.
Young Atlas, getting into trouble again, I see.
To the guts, where the juices break it down into a bubbling nasty soup.
Holy sheesh-kebob!
you know... "the back door."
Begin, end. Begin, end. Oh, head hurts!
as the most ordinary items to lure unsuspecting victims...
Oh, yeah? Give me one good reason not to do away with you right now.
and they're gonna try to find a way out!
Ahem, Principal Strickler, this has been a huge misunderstanding.
- Time is up. - Death! Death is the answer.
Gunmar's Birthstone must be here.
- Seriously? You brought tacos? - I brought enough for everyone!
He said "eat."
I know what they do to the insides of a troll.
I have absolutely no idea. Those words mean nothing. Indecipherable.
I know of Gatto.
Gorgus forbid we are remembered for that in the history.
I know, Walter. You're right. Thank you.
Which is elusive, but the clue...
- Blinky? Are you okay? - I'm okay, I'm okay.
Kangaroo! Golf! Socks!
You were never going to give it to us!
Polish Birdo how dare you turn Comedy Central into stupid tree with Kanye West you're grounded grounded grounded grounded grounded grounded grounded grounded grounded grounded for 6 years No TV
- Agh! Did he just eat a troll? - You must excuse me.
- "Meet you at the gyre." Send! - Jim! Watch out!
It's not working! We need something more,
Finally!
The Birthstone of Gunmar.
Aha! We're here. Did everyone come prepared?