Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

with a searing case of "who-gives-a-crap?"
My golly, he was crotchety and moldy.
Welcome back to the Clippie Awards,
taking nothing but the clothes on his back.
I'll miss you guys!
but my parents crushed my dreams like a discarded frog head.
Professor, Amy and I are concerned that. . . Oh !
We did it out of love for you, Floyd.
lt gets lonely and depressing around here,
I know, right?
Son ! Hey, kiddo!
This is it, room 1 1 1 9.
Why are you so eager to find the Professor, Fry?
That's it!
Did we ever! Gram-gram fell down at the
I'm sorry, sir. Go right in.
See, I got frozen, and your son,
I had a perfectly normal adolescence in New New York.
lt all started a century and a half ago.
I'm gonna call them Gram-gram and Shabba-doo.
He must've gone back there to defile it with his nudity!
And the Clippie goes to...
My, yes. Our muscles are sore, our bones ache.
Oh, really? Does that rule apply to Clippie winners?
When I caught my homies with my ex friends
And that's how I got this scar above my eye.