Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-That's us… -Come on back.

Repressed memories! [yells]

They even built a goddamn statue of me in the town square.

Under the moat.

Oh, Freckles, how do you always know when I'm having a bad dream?

He's not a wizard, he's what happens when you sit in the tub too long.

But, Dad, we both know he's just a useless lump of dead wood, right?

Okay. But I'm clammy.

Your words, not mine.

as is what lies beneath.

It's all due to that goofy-looking wizard over there.

The last guy who teased you, you threw in a pit.

Unlike my precious Freckles.

-I don't know. -This is solid material.

-If you're driving, don't drink-- -[shouting] Excuse me!

[Bean] Dad! Help! I'm trapped!

I'm Broom Girl now.

-[grunts] -[Sorcerio] Ow!

And perhaps a small raise.

He killed the sea monster.

-I don't like this dream no more. -Me, neither.