Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[Trixy] They're called Trøg logs.

We can't have that moonhole.

[gasps and burps]

Ah, they're still here.

[distorted] Whoa.

[Dagmar] And you'll never find your way out without my help. [echoing]

-[Trøgs] Welcome, friends. -[both screaming]

-[yelps] -No, no, no. Here, in Trøgtown,

And coming up next is our underground Fungus Forest.

I thought we were past that. It's catchy, but you gotta cut it out.

[chuckles] Huh?

-I'm alive. -Yeah, so what?

Why don't you take Elfo to the Lover's Gravel Pit?

[Derek groans] "Edict number 43."

-[melody playing] -[grunts]

[throne creaking]

We use them for structural reinforcement, building insulation,

the best thing to do is play along.

[both] Shut up, Luci.

[both laughing]

[Derek] "No unlawful cohabitation!"

Um, her little elf friend can speak for himself. Bean, what should I do?

but then I got all mixed up. I think she's onto me.

Let's give a big Trøgtown welcome to our-- I can still hear it!

-This is your garbage hole? -No, this is our treasury cave.

I need to go to bed now. Which rock do I sleep on?

Those are children!

-This way to the cave inn. -[gasps]

New edict! "From now on, all weirdos get to do whatever they want!"

but I'll toast to you not trying to screw that crown on my head.

Great! Where is your secret royal hideaway?

I don't like that sound no more. I used to but now I don't.

-What is all this stuff? -Anchovies with vinegar and mustard.

They killed Slappo, you know.

I should've been holding my breath! [laughs] Spores make you so forgetful.

[Luci] Oh, we have these in Hell. They're called crypts.

[Derek] "And, most importantly, no more comedy!"

the last of the prophets and the fulfillment of the prophecy,

-[sniffs] Hmm. -[door closes]

-It's getting dark. -How can you tell?

Ugh! The royal blob's still alive.