Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

And whenever you're ready, we'll get you a new pet.

Wait a minute. It's just three quarters of a dead raccoon.

Oh, my boy. I've been meaning to... But the thing is, I...

[Elfo] Not totally.

Ah, my dreams are this close to coming true.

Yes, but I'm scared of what you'll do when I stop.

from their quest that we all privately thought would fail.

which is why he's in the dungeon.

If three of the juiciest of you would hop into my sack, we'll be on our way.

No, you sicko! Examine the vial, huh?

Good to see a twinkle in the holes where your eyes used to be.

[elves cheering]

[chuckles and exclaims]

Who is that puny, little runt?

I got a lot on my mind.

The only problem is, the location is a secret,

Ah, screw team spirit. Those elves stole my stash.

And would a racist do this?

Elfo is hereby banished from Dreamland.

Aw, I'm not a god.

Woo-hoo! Back in Dreamland!

[chicken squawks]

Three hundred-count Plimgrovian cotton, I believe.

Maybe the vial is a fake.

Princess, it's time to go.

There's only one drop of blood. I don't know who to choose.

Now, here's the deal, Touchy.

Touch me somewhere else!