Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Cupcake, we never told you this, but you had an older brother.

Good virtual God ! It's our old farm.

Oh, nobody's eaten my food like that in ages.

Good luck, Dwight.

and put on these real-to-virtual adapter caps.

Hey, why are they hooked up like that?

There's only one word for it. Terrible. And also horrible.

The poor little psycho never could've survived on his own.

Leave me alone! I never want to see you again !

Thank you, Ned. But so what?

I hear something.

Professor Farnsworth, is my great-great-great- great-great-great. . .

I just want my parents to love me. God, how I hate them !

Yeah, sweat. Right.

ls it some kind of Craft-matic adjustable death bed?

Nezzbin Zalgabarg, Ten-Minute Underwear, and Dwight Conrad, Speedy Wig.

Oh, Hubie, we're so happy to see you again.

I almost got you ! Come here, you.

came to the door claiming he was. . .

And this fork inside my lung.

Are they my zombies from Hammacher Schlemmer?

The stupid professor didn't even show up for me.

That's Philip J. Fry!