Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

As soon as I finish loading these supplies, we can ship out.
Both: Calling all Curlys!
Curly! Curly! Curly! Curly!
[High-pitched squeaking]
Huh?!
You see that?
Look at all this room I have!
But he's your president.
President Porpoise!
But only if I can go with you guys.
V.P. Blowfish: You be quiet! You're not right!
Aye-aye, sir!
Will my colleague from the great kelp forest yield?
'Cause dying together sucks a little less than dying alone.
And with governor anglerfish, that's seven.
I don't remember you mentioning that.
Isn't it always on the last arm you check? [Chuckles]