Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

and I think it's just about wittle Hanky's bedtime.
Apparently, this is the reward I get for years of screwing with super science.
You need strong cardiovascular and agility training.
Well, let's see here, Mr. Samson.
With our help, you're sure to ace the agent's exam, no prob.
Oh, hold on a sec.
LOOKS HARD!
What are you doing?!
That's right.
OK, Hank, you are taking this way too well.
I'm not a secret agent anymore.
She's totally into me.
And oh, ha! Yeah, here's my favorite.
Dean lost a bet, and now he's my slave...
from the Led Zeppelin records.
Daddy, there's a lady with a super-deep voice here to see you.
No, see, that part you should feel good about.
And that pun was intentional, honey.
What?
Oh, and please remove your two-way communicator watch.
we're show ponies. We need to strut our stuff.
and her face had more lines on it than a mirror at Studio 54.
Looks more like he's gonna drink eggs and crap... eggs.
Not unless you're going to plant a bomb in his car.
Dean, you're in charge.
Turned the whole gravity thing upside down.
How 'bout you swing by, I don't know, I'm thinking like six-thirty-ish...