Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Mmm! Sofa snacks are looking good today!
No!
No, we haven't.
Why didn't I think of it sooner?
Oh, Spunky.
Attaboy, Ninneman.
- Stinkerman! - Hi, Mr. B.
Coochie-coochie-coo!
Ralph! Ralph! Ralph, wait! Ralph! Ralph! Ralph, wait!
Ralphie... My boy...
[upbeat musical ring tone]
I got a wiener taco.
The 21st century is a very dangerous century.
[grunting]
♪ In the smart bowtie ♪
[Ralph] I'll do it for my parents,
from my heaving buttocks?
Yes.
♪ C-O-N-S-E-R... ♪
[Rocko scatting]
Whatever shall I do?
[narrator stops]
[Rocko grunts]
Rachel, wait!
I resemble that comment.
[crashes]
Rocko, where you been? We've been trying to reach you.
It'll save my job, my house, and all of O-Town!
[Rocko speaking gibberish]
Rachel, that was terrific. Thank you.
[man] Rocko's Modern Life.
Conglom-O, Heff!
Ah, change is still caca.
A little closer...
Attention, the end is here.
- Have a nice... - Gah!
"Is that a melon in your pocket,
Who are you?
[Yarn blasts out]
From the ruins of Conglom-O in O-Town,
Bighead, you're re-hired.
I guess change is okay.
I packed a fly sandwich for you, dear.
[gasps] No Fatheads?
But everybody in towns made me do it wrong on purpose last week!
Yeah, this is just what I need.
So long!
I think Mr. Bighead needs me.
but you can't live without a relationship with your child.
I wonder if anyone misses us.
[Mr. Dupette] ♪ 2,001 boogers on the wall 2,001 boogers ♪
That thing! That thing!
for the past 20 years... Oh, that's good.
Oh, yes, a Fatheads refresh!
[both] Head swap!
Fatheads, Fatheads, Fatheads, Fatheads!
Oh. [laughs] It's my duty.
We gotta go now, Rock. We're having technical difficulties.
plus reset and forgotten so many passwords,
Welcome to the 21st century, Bighead!
Hey, Rock.
making warped selfies!
Hey! Conglom-O profits, free for the taking!
[screams] It's too real!
[yelling] All this change stops now!
After all, he created The Fatheads.
- Excitement! - Let's go, Rock!
But what...? What seems to go on here? Where's our own favorite daughter? But what...? What seems to go on here? Where's our own favorite daughter?
[farting]
Flop?
But, Mr. Bighead,
[air hissing]