Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Well, I hate to say this

Eh... wait, that did not sound right.

I remember Cheesecake sat in that chair

Flying through the midnight sky

- It's actually really beautiful. - Stop talking. Let's move.

and he's going to read an original poem.

My getting up there and reading one this evening

and came in fifth place.

Wolf, what are you talking about?

- You guys have your passes? - What passes?

- What's that one? - Dark-eyed junco.

Good, I'd feel waffle if you didn't.

Cheesecake was looking for a bathroom,

Beyond that is a whole wing of the prison

and ironically, thunder.

But what a way to go, huh?

and text it to my brother, so that he'll feel guilty

Well, time for me to do

It sounded like poetry to me.

Might bring some knowledge home. ♪

We're about to go on a special little "off the books" tour

Flying atop a bird with a poetess?

but then I did something actually crazy

they blanket the ground with the warm thrum of life.

Does everyone have their worksheets?

Fine, but you have to admit,

Just ask my stepbrother Glarn.

And-and, yes, I mistakenly blurted out a half-truth,

Welcome to the Death Cliff Prison and Museum.

Let me just show you guys this one amazing thing,

I can't hear leaves. I have leaf deafness.

More like a "fun-perone," young lady.

my friend Cheesecake and I snuck off on our own...

One group with me, one with Chelery's fathers,

My attitude sucks, but I brought a sandwich.

Beedly-beedly-boop. Listen up to your tour guide.

We're not leaving.

Wolf, should you maybe use your cell phone to call Mr. Golovkin?

Moon and I met a lady in the forest.

and then your arms fall off,

to the bank where you take on a second mortgage.

I think reading off a menu is more the level

- You really write poetry? - Well, I've dabbled.

"Wherever you go, you're in jail."