Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

May I see your permits?
♪ Drip drop, you flop... ♪ ♪ Fail, fail... ♪
It's Homer Simpson.
Don't be yourself!
Location: back alley.
Hey, Reverend.
Dad!
Reality shows, uh, lip-sync singing, even...
I'll take care of it.
A near-sighted Frankenstein.
Hash browns might be a little burnt.
Yeah, right.
WE HAVE COME TO MY CLOSING REMARKS.
Jerry, stop it! No!
B-b-b-but they have scheduling conflicts.
but totally safe.
LET ME GET BACK TO YOU WHEN I FIGURE OUT WHO'S WHO.
Now, to end this perfect day on the perfect note,
Nelson's gonna show us his mom's bra.
I like 'em however you make 'em, sweetie.
Don't worry.
Grant Hood is their improv critic.
And somehow it'd be my fault.
2 x 2 x 3 x 3 x 11 x 19 = 7524
Uh, who was that directed at?
Don't... Aah!
D'oh!
Ah, yes, New York City. Now we need a relationship
Oh...
Nothing.
Going... going...