Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Yeah, crush that wood.
They're gold.
Now that's|an appendage.
we're meeting Gustav|for a picnic
Stop hitting yourself.
'Tis a sad day
MAN: I'm the meat guy,|Leave a message.
♪ I'm from another dimension
Unless,
Can I check out|that arm?
I'M CAN'T DOING MY ONE DIRECTION?!!!!!
Oh, Diaz family.
Lederhosen Tycoon.
ASTRONAUT FUTURE FIGURED!
I knew you were up to no good,|meatball boy!
Huh?|Huh?
Marco, honey, sweetie, sweetheart, cutie, sugar!
We've missed you|so much.
Our lives were so small|and puny,
Russell Ferguson: You're gonna lose your helmet. You're gonna lose your pencil. You have no more Hop-Hop, no more TV, no more toys, no more nothing.
MY CD!
Then we're gonna get|Jackie Lynn Thomas
Whoa.
He's made you|even more meatballs!
( grunts )|And totally broken.
Way ahead of you.
Gustav, Gustav, Gustav, Gustav!
Uh...
Yeah! Pretty cool,|right?
Pigtails?
Star was right about you.
I made you a cake.
I know.
Eat his bowels.
and he'll never let me|live it down.
PANCAKES?|WAFFLES?
in a really boring crowd.
I found Scandinavian books|and language tapes in his bag.
The crabby cab driver came to Spain for celery ice cream.
( groans )
High five!
Marco, honey, sweetie, sweetheart, cutie, sugar, sweetie pie, cutie pie! Marco, honey, sweetie, sweetheart, cutie, sugar, sweetie pie, cutie pie!