Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[smooth rap music playing]

Also, you humans kidnap and eat our babies.

My best men haven't been able to kill Bazarack. I forbid it!

How can I help?

On a scale of one to ten, how intimidating do I look?

[narrator] This is Farzar.

-Good thing his race can grow new heads. -[small voice] How intimidating am I now?

You're going outside the dome into the barren alien wasteland

[melancholy tone]

Actually, he's right.

It appears to be the work of Bazarack.

♪ He grinds our grandmas into paste ♪

Time to open Mommy's presents!

"I'm gonna heat up this clothes hanger on a stove

I hate that mustard-colored fuck.

[gasps] Oh! Look! A is for artery. B is for brains. C is for--

I didn't know you could say the N-word on Disney.

Yeah, is this gonna be more like Futurama or Rick and Morty?

Yeah, I knew you'd die without me and I'd feel guilty skipping your funerals.

Damn it. I should be dead.

Hey, asshole, those are my kills!

Trust me. That won't be a problem.

Even when I'm happy. Where'd my assistant go?

[melancholy tone]

Weapons? I'm your man.

All right, you aliens, come and--

"I've finally captured you, Bazarack!" "Have mercy on me, mighty Renzo."

Hereby make you a General.

Bazarack Francine Finklestein.