Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Believe me, I know how that feels.

I'll tell you what, Dad, why don't you take the helm today?

[opening theme music playing]

And then you filled the pit with boulders.

You ought to have a field day, Odval.

It's not even noon.

This has been my best and only complete performance ever.

[scatting continues]

-How's it hanging, gentlemen? -[grunts]

♪ The things you hide While you're wide awake ♪

Ooh! Pardon me, Your Majesty.

Okay, that's pretty racist.

Let's skip ahead to your puberty. That's where the good stuff starts.

You dread even closing your eyes, right?

Ah, your brother Yøg may become king of Dreamland,

I was having a nightmare. [burps]

it smells like rotting flesh and candy corn.

-Can it. I-- -All right, that was Elfo, everybody.

Little trivia. One of these races is how Old Man Touchy lost his eyes.

but if I was you, I wouldn't trust Bean no more.

Hell, I'll do better than that.

We're going back under the castle.

[footsteps approaching]

[thunder clapping]

Yeah, see you later, Pops! [chuckling]

[Cloyd] Yoohoo, Freckles?