Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Saturday at 2:00. I will drive.

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[engine revs, tires screech]

It was a raisin.

Dang it. I would have been able

Then it was the home of a radical cult,

Gil, the sale's yours.

Oh, don't make fun of me, lis.

I swear, it wasn't me.

Just tell me how long your renovation

And all the milk was chocolate.

Professor, you've taught me a very important lesson.

-Is your shirt just drawn on? -Yes.

I think I might know a way to help you.

Uh, one of those is police only, so back off, pal.

Each lambuggini comes with a tub of fatso grease.

[marge] they're doing a reno.

No, no, we get massages

-Then no. -Aw, that's too bad,

[marge grunting rhythmically]

Oh, my god, he's right.

How may I serve you, master?

[jackhammers rumbling, hammers pounding]

[all] couples friendship.

A nerda! And it is on.

So why are you interested in me?

So happy to leave the city

But these new people don't know us,

No. I'm thayer.

The guy whose mailbox crashed into our car,

Whoa-ho, that's quite a grip.

Want to go on the teeter-totter?

Give me your lunch money.

I want to be closer to our new neighbors.

[all muttering]