Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Well, whoever you are,
Okay. Uh, oh, got it.
SKIPSTER: Good Morning, Lunella.
Erase the list.
MOON GIRL: ♪ Yeah, I'm Magic! ♪
the default mode network of my brain
- Thanks, Case. - No probs. Bye.
Ooh, baby boy, you really do know my heart.
This is gonna be the start
No, no, no, no. Come back.
Plus, you don't really need me there, right?
(chimes)
Thank you, Lunella.
SINGER: ♪ Can't stop now, turn up the radio ♪
(music playing)
(screams, groans) This app is ruining my life!
I love sewing
{\an8}Wow.
Oh, right.
maybe I can go back to the beginning
The first stage of grief is denial.
Like a living disco ball.
moderate neurological engagement.
I think we just need some time apart.
- (gasps) - What?
for your convenience. You're welcome.
Come on. Come on. Come on. Please, please, please.
What could possibly cheer me up?
Casey, my app's gone haywire,