Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

A cloud of swarming locusts.
- Punch. - Punch.
Thanks, Johnny!
I, zorak!
Those masks are frightening.
* Uh oh
Lights, pony rides, cotton candy, lobster boy.
Space ghost.
Starting over.
And what's his name?
I become the princess, the saloon girl, the... cave woman.
If you read romance novels... and who doesn't... the face of my first guest
Or was thatlethal passions?
Sea witch.
Greetings, jerky boys.
Oh, yes. Of course.
Hmm.