Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[grumbles]
What?
Why does everyone get so mad when I put 'em through the tunnel of mucus?
You just sold me Elfo's soul.
Ow! What's a board?
[suspenseful music playing]
Elfo, what are you doing? You look ridiculous.
[muffled screaming]
I've got you now, Mom.
Fill his mouth with golf balls.
Oh!
and stop acting like a spoiled, entitled brat.
but I got a blowfish here that might do the trick. [grunts]
No, Bear Boy. There's no reason for you to go, too.
Stience makes you smarter, and magic makes you crazy.
Don't worry. The tunnel is covered in slime.
[Zøg] To daytime drinking and parental neglect!
-[crunches] -[exclaims]
Come on, Bean. Pour the Goo and watch the magic.
But Stience has given us buzzbrighters and ass chariots and handguns.
[vocalizing nonsensically]
-What about your children? -They won't speak to me.
No, no!
Hell no. I'm going to teach you to fight dirty.
Damn! No wonder they call you Derek the Jerk Slayer.
Destined to wander alone, town to town, solving people's problems,
I do have crumbs in my pockets.
Okay, okay. Chill. I'll do it.
Hmm.
Where's Mrs. Gladstone?
[laughing]
What about that fantasy novel you were writing?
You know what our problem was?