Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

in front of her work friends.

[whispers] It's Ivy. It's my girlfriend.

What do you think, Bill-doe?

who would win between a wolf and a shark.

[Sy] Uh-oh, oh, I'm seeing' the light.

Come on! How the hell are we gettin' off this thing?

[hesitantly] he... He...

We didn't do any of this.

-[whooshes] -[groans]

What miraculous tech.

Harley and crew will handle the rest.

Of course we can. We have tanks.

-[Sy] Ha! outta diesel. -No. I'm basically a rock.

All right. Calm down, calm down, don't panic.

And what better hands to be in?

Poison Ivy, did you do this?

[loud footsteps approaching]

with a cheap dye job.

[grunts] Sorry!

We aren't responsible for the tree monsters.

Shut the hell up, sexy.

[laughs maliciously]

Perhaps, I could take on the role

we're all just pawns in the hands of a murderous psychopath.

-[grunts] -[growls]

[laughs maniacally]

Our fave, babe.

This one of your jokes?

No way. you're pulling it off!

I guess not killin' ya worked out pretty well.

Dude! You look so good popping out of a tank.