Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

And all those quotes of Shakespeare didn't help either.
What?
Oh, imagine me...
The telephone.
are migrating south for the winter.
- Seven-league boots... - Mm.
I think we can expect a reasonably soft landing.
Cleverer than I thought, Caped Crusaders, but I still mean to launch the Retsoor.
Escape plan number three.
But, gosh, now how do we get down?
who controls just about everything and might make her a movie star?
Might make me a movie star.
Don't you know how the aviator protected the clothes he was carrying?
- "P-U-Z-Z-L-E-S." - Puzzles?
Merry Christmas, everybody.
from which I can negotiate with Artemus Knab.
A mere matter of semantics, Boy Wonder.
He should put trash in a proper waste container.
We can't tell you here, Mr. Claus...
Judging from the terrain and the direction the wind carried us...
Just under 20,000.
In a moment, we shall see.