Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[MOANING]
What's a kid like you doing with something like that?
Tell us where that policeman was headed and we'll take it from there.
Are you ready to kneel now...
No! Aaah! No!
- I'm afraid so. - You little worm.
Ha!
Po Po Po Po Power with BEARGLOVE!!!
[GROWLING]
...for a specific destination...
I see only He-Man.
No blessing is necessary. Any foe of Skeletor's is a friend of ours.
To the caverns underneath Grayskull.
No, no, go ahead, I promise.
CENTURION: Holosphere standing by.
Kill him!
...wait for He-Man.
SKELETOR: The key. Get the key.
...but you don't have to move away.
Unfortunately, no.
CENTURION: Half a preton until moonrise. - Do you hear, Sorceress?
- What's wrong with her? MAN-AT-ARMS: This is Skeletor's particular gift.
- Gwildor, we need to get back to Eternia. MAN-AT-ARMS: Lmmediately.
Please. Look, I don't know what you want. Aah!
- I'll guard this stuff for you. - All right. Bye.
- Go ahead, ask him. - Boy...
MAN-AT-ARMS: Down.
SKELETOR: Report, Evil-Lyn. Speak.
For to those that control Grayskull will come the power.
What do you want from me?
Listen, darling.
They were here, I'm telling you. It was the damnedest thing you ever saw.
Let go, stay away from me!
You never told me you had sonic keys in this world.
I don't know. The keys have all been moved.
Somebody help me. Somebody help me!
We're locking in on the key's source of origin.
Our guests are arriving.
Where is the key?
For you to rule completely...
- Of course. - No.
Kneel before your master.
Look, we've gotta take this down to Charlie.
Just press the keys.
Wait a minute, wait a minute. I don't understand.
But the plane...
Kneel!
- What are you doing, arresting me? - We're gonna go look for your girlfriend.
Shake your booty
Destroy it now.
We're just going away for the day. We'll be back tonight.
[GWILDOR MOOING]
- Julie's in there. - Proceed with caution.
Yes, I've never tasted anything like it.
[SCREAMS]
Gwildor, Kevin knows the tones. Can you get us home or can't you?
Quando você
Throw down your weapons or you die.
You're acting like Torktums.
Okay, all right. I'll be gone 15 minutes, tops. All right?
Mark my words, Corrigan, you're going to jail, you hear me?
It's all right. Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you.
That way. Go around.
MAN-AT-ARMS: Let me see this.
That only happens in fairy tales.
He begs your forgiveness, as do we all.