Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

My own grandson thinks I'm a liar.

the fightingest squad in the fightingest company...

to the descendant of its rightful owner.

I just wanna watch you squirm.

We were all from Springfield.

D'oh! Not again!

Maude! Boys! Come on up! We're gonna have a little campout in the dinghy.

So consider this your dishonorable discharge.

Now- Hey, listen!

Oh, no! Sixty-three! He's out of air!

But every unit has a troublemaker.

Well, I can't risk it. I won't allow that Simpson boy to take the Hellfish bonanza.

I could buy my way into high- society.

All right, very funny.

All right, Ox. Why don't you take us through it.