Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

(People screaming)
I can't believe we're only 12 feet from the parking lot.
Notarized and starched.
Not without limbo music.
Oh, what's the point?!
My birthplace. It's closed!
Mom won't allow a defective product
(Groans)
Ah, this place never changes.
- Your wheelchair? - I don't need a wheelchair!
(Buzzing)
Yes, I'd like to request a death certificate.
You call that an ink defense?!
There, there, mon.
You know what?
(All cheering)
(Beeps) You're dead.
(Beeps)
Nah. But thanks to this knucklehead,
And the winner of the war is...
(Loud gulping)
This place just needs a one-hour bureaucratizing.
Inspector Five gave me his blessing!
(groans)
(Chuckles) This is every bit as fun as the real Civil War.
Old pal?
(Gasps)