Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh. I don't need your pity.

All right, kids. We learned a lot today.

- Mojo, will you wipe my mouth? - [Chitters]

I really didn't want it to come to this.

He's-Well, he's your son.

[Lethargic Chittering]

- [Motor Cuts Off] - Between you and me, he's, well...

You owe me a quarter. I didn't crack my skull.

Twelve Newsies. Seven Iron Mikes.

I won't turn to the comics.

But it could be that there's just no room in this modern world...

That "Mom" stuff doesn't work on me.

- So just- - [Chittering]

the grown-up-controlled media won't touch.

- Nah, I'll just take the chopper. - They gave you a chopper?

First on the chopping block- periodicals.

- [Nervous Chuckles] - lives a poor immigrant...

That is just my helper monkey, sir.

You're right. It's all Willie's fault.

the ducks were gone.

Uh, sir, helper monkeys are only for the physically-challenged or enfeebled.

than about cashing their big fat paychecks.

- I'm Bart Simpson. - Hmm.

[Cats Screeching]

Smithers- [Sniffles]

Mind if I take him for a ride?

whose home was cruelly taken away.

Aw, please. What don't they learn?

This isn't helping me. (monkey chittering) This isn't helping me. (monkey chittering)