Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Tia, this company is gigantic

This place has a lot of moving parts, so stick close.

Seriously, all you have to do is report to work, do your job,

Betty, send in the Archdruidess immediately.

Tonight is Company Night at Steamland Amusement Park.

Hey! I've been to Hell.

[breathing heavily]

There's even a division that makes banjo music for blimps!

Whoa! This is big. I really need some time to drink about this.

[scoffs] Come on! Who talks that way?

I didn't know if you wanted to go with me.

-It's a freakin' shling party. Ugh. -[audience shushing]

But science, or "stience," as you call it,

[elevator bell dings]

-[faintly] Seconds from now-- -What?

"I can't come, my arm got chopped off by a propeller" crap.

So you wear a fake moustache when you're yourself?

League of Gallivanting Scrutinators, of course.

Your whisky sour, sir.

[chuckles] What?

Laughing Horse, you're just encouraging him.

[Oona] Is okay, Roy.

[suspenseful music playing]

A real place, sir. Not some sojourn of your drunken dreams.

Whatever did you do?

[Elfo] Wait there! We'll be right back!