Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

My parents' burrow.
Feta, gouda, chevre, fromage.
[squeals]
you need to foster that. In a burrow.
[groans] They put their nasty hooves in it.
It isn't enough.
Here we are, Eyeball Woods!
What you see out there
and is immune to my pheromones, is actually your daughter.
All right, guys. Let's do this.
[gasps]
I'd like you to reproduce my pheromones.
You can stay here for a few days,
Of course, this means I'll have to eliminate her.
We don't have time for cheese!
-[rumbling] -Huh?
-Uh... it's still this, the van. -Can we take you anywhere?
Herbs in!
[gasps]
Alone with us!
[baby coos]
[groans]
I'll take Havarti!
It's a work in progress. But we have one ride!
Herbs in Herbs out
An an-chor!
You just bring her right on back.
Fascinating.
If she stays up here, the jaguar will be the dominant side.