Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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

(TYPING CONTINUES)

without rebelling against your gushy fantasy slop.

(TYPEWRITER CLACKING)

A fair without rides?

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

(OPENING THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

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

Oh, yes. Right here.

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

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

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

(GRUNTS) Cut to the finish.

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

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

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

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

-(LAUGHS) -Ugh!

I think the emperor will be very pleased.