Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Is that Crosshair?

Wrecker, it is a logical conclusion

Crosshair, let's get these tanks moving.

Sorry. It won't happen again.

What-- What just happened?

Oh, come on. It's been days since I've blown something up.

(creatures chirping, chittering)

We should leave if we're gonna make the rendezvous.

The Empire does not tolerate failure, Sergeant.

The fifth is Omega.

Well, how does that help us?

Pack up their gear and take it to the hangar.

Rerouted to the capital. We're all you're getting.

(chuckles) Like there was any doubt.

Um, n-never mind.

but galactic zone changes put the adjusted figure at around 205.

I don't like to think of executing our commanders as a mission objective.

Clearance code? Don't they know who we are?

(object clatters)

We're here to help. No!

So, the newly declared empire sent you to wipe us out?

A research assignment? Those are my favorite.

I told you to stay close.

Thank you, General.

I don't believe it. That's Clone Force 99.

Why don't you come here and make me?

Come, Omega. There is work to do.

Oh! I hate hand signals.

(engine starting)

(sighs) A long time.

I know it's not your fault.

-(groans) -Tech!

(clone troopers laughing)

Tech: That is a probe droid.

Kid, you're not a soldier. It's dangerous.

Try it again. A little harder.

And he's not a big supporter of clones.

(Wrecker laughing)

Ha! We're all you need.

If you punch the correct spot.

I can help you. Come with me.

Let's see here. Hold still.

None of this makes sense.

Let's test that theory.

Shh! People will hear us.

I can think of one.