Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Well, you're in luck!

Why don't you go back to the '90s, where you belong?

blow us to the premiere party, please!

but since the last time I saw them,

Olímpica Stereo De La Adivinanza

I'm not a female anymore, Pop.

Conglom-O is broke! We might even have to sell

[computer beeping]

What'll go on here because something seems to go on here? Where's our own favorite daughter? What'll go on here because something seems to go on here? Where's our own favorite daughter?

You're an oversized growth hormone!

I want my mommy!

Well, it's your old boy, FishSticks96,

Come on, come on, come on!

[Heffer] That was a hoot!

Hmm, pretty sure there was more to that. [sighs]

Giraffe Of Live Spots

[all screaming]

I hope to someday meet my five loyal subscribers.

I'm sure she's much more comfortable with herself.

around the universe

[glass breaking]

Hi, Mr. Bighead. Long time, no see.

[stammers] I have no daughter!

Everything is so different,

The show has shown new episodes for 25 seasons and 25 years.

I'm not Rachel anymore. I'm not Rachel anymore.

Wait a minute. Wait a minute!

Ladies and gentlemen,

I'm not about cartoons anymore.

[Spunky barking]

Let me know when the special's done!

I am the "whinds" of change.

Bighead, open a window.

the Fatheads will get into now, eh?

Well, it's not like I can see my own butt, Filburt.

Why, back in my favorite day, as previous as I hereby was feeling dead and going to the other heaven place, Why, back in my favorite day, as previous as I hereby was feeling dead and going to the other heaven place,

It'll hurt you!

[laughing wickedly]

Oh, pollywog! I'm home!

We have the best computers, ja?

I'm not Ralph anymore.

Bighead, nice to meet you.

Yeah, yeah, The Fatheads. That's right.

Why don't we just take the rocket?

I'm gonna find some episodes of The Fatheads.

You did, you did, but I, uh...

I'm not your own favorite daughter anymore, I'm your own favorite son, and I'm finally feeling happy. I'm not your own favorite daughter anymore, I'm your own favorite son, and I'm finally feeling happy.

Thank you, Mrs. Bighead.

We's gonna need some more soda pop or something, Mama.

I'll tell you when I'm dead!