Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

NARRATOR ON TV: Today at 4:00.

I can no longer keep up with the herd.

-There he is, Robbie, my baby. -(ROBBIE CHUCKLES)

-Eat. -(MUNCHES)

-(EARL GROANS) -Hello, fat boy.

Uh, so, this won't be a total loss,

-I'm throwing her! -Ow!

-Lowest of the low? -For the rest of your life.

-Ready! -Set, throw!

But now I am old. I am slow.

"Earl Sinclair, no genius, no big shot,

I mean, I almost threw her past the tar pit entirely.

my name is wol.

-BABY: Not the Mama, not the Mama... -(GROANS)

What's the matter, sweetheart? Not tired?

Therefore, I wish to be hurled from the highest cliff into a tar pit.

Uh, see that? That's you on your Grandpa Louie's back,

And I want you to have this, it's a sea-shell necklace

-(EARL GRUNTS) -If you stop and think about it,

Nice hang-time, pally boy.

Because of my position and social standing,

Now we have supermarkets.

"but did you see the loft he got on his mother-in-law?"

Gene(Wreck It Ralph): That is starting to bother me

can stand shoulder to shoulder with the highest of the high.

Eat all you want. You'll be worth the hernia. (CHUCKLES)

You don't remember your grandpa, do you? You were very young when he was hurled.

to the top of the mountain and fling her bony butt to oblivion.

That's a keen and brilliant observation, sir.

-In the tar? You mean actually in the tar? -Yeah.

and you have no choice but to flatter me in return.

Well, not on slow-mo. (LAUGHS)

-But, Frannie... -I do not want you to respond to her.

-That's an interesting notion there, Fran. -Isn't it?

What would be the big deal if nobody threw Grandma into the tar pit?

started by a wise old dinosaur named Bob LaBrea.