Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

...things come in here... I mean, look at this place.
Come, come, come.
More than life.
Fine. Except for two things.
Here, hold that.
- Carl. Carl, what happened? - You don't never wanna know.
What are you, a magician?
Don't let him out of sight. Guard the key with your life.
[METAL SCREECHES]
- Gwildor. - I'm going. I'm going.
The Eye opens.
- Okay. - No.
I will send the signal to Skeletor.
Uh... Help me.
Yes! Let this be our final battle!
Don't kill him yet.
The dark can embrace the light, but never eclipse it.
- What... What is this thing? - It's a synthesizer.
Your friends are tied up with the work we're doing...
Wait a minute, I've got it.
MAN: Billy, get off the game and get Daddy some napkins.
[KEVIN GRUNTING]
I am Skeletor.
[GWILDOR CLEARS THROAT]
- Take care of them. - Good journey.
I don't know, I just... if I hear a tune a couple of times, I can usually remember it.
...I'll never leave you.
[RUSTLING IN BUSHES]
Any planet in a thousand galaxies.
Dear God, that's Julie's. Where'd you find this?
- It was taken from me. - Who took it?
- What does she look like? - Look, she's about 5'5".
[KEY PLAYS CHORD]
In half a chromon...
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
[KEY SOUNDS CHORD]
You
You, look up that way.
Monica, this is not the seventh grade anymore.
If he knew I had this prototype...
Listen, you kids can't just come in...
So if you're through clearing your gill slits, maybe you can tell us where we are.
- Yeah. - Wait a minute. Wait a minute.
Help! Help!
Look. Look. Native clothing. Lots of it, all over the place.
Yes, I think I can.
Okay.
Ah, ha, ha!
Julie, where are you going? Come back here.
...but we had to disappear.
These people are fighting the others.
Get out of here! Get out of here. Get out of here.
[MOOS]
- I brought us dinner. - Oh, boy, Robby's ribs.
It might be intelligent life.
- Certainly. - To the Sorceress?
I can't believe it.
- Eight-thirty. - Oh, great.
...to receive the powers of Grayskull.
- Have you assembled the mercenaries? - Here, and awaiting your command.
Lock it in. We'll track it from the air.
Uh...
- And something to play the tones on. - I'll get a keyboard from Charlie's.
Never.
- Pull the pole out. GWILDOR: Careful. Careful.
For you.
You're the cop. Why aren't you looking for her?
They've locked in on the key.
[SCREECHING]
Dying.
Let them rot.
FIREMAN: Come on, guys, let's go. Let's put it out.
No. They leave that on to scare off burglars.
Thanks. Thanks. We're going to be better tonight.
I dare anything.
Will you get it for us?
This is one of those new Japanese synthesizers.
- Don't let anybody in here except Carl. - All right.
[CHUCKLING]
Come on, you mother...
- I can feel it. - Really?
She's got short, dark hair. She was wearing a pink sweater.
- We live only to serve you. - It would be a pity to waste their talents.
No! It may be a trap.
When you find the key, send the sourcing signal.
...we'd better synchronize our personal locators.