Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

(TYPEWRITER CLACKING)

Oh, yes. Right here.

A fair without rides?

I want to buy it and publish it for everyone to read.

(GRUNTS) Cut to the finish.

-Let me get you a fruit punch. -Ooh, I love punching.

(TYPING CONTINUES)

(OPENING THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

-What the heck, man? Learn to collaborate. -Hush, you.

without rebelling against your gushy fantasy slop.

It's beautiful. You must let me publish this.

I think the emperor will be very pleased.

C, I feel like pickpocketing some dork while they browse.

And with luck, I'll get to the Bloom of Eternal Youth before Lilith.

Ma'am, shouldn't we be searching for the Owl Lady to join the coven?

-(LAUGHS) -Ugh!

-Oh, dang. -KING: Hey, Piniet. We're done.

"Truly awful"? But I'm a best-selling writer. How?

And I fought my way back here for you to read my story.