Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

until it blew up.

All right! That's it!

[ Groans, Gasps ] I dreamt it was the last day of school.

Marge, am I crazy or is my back getting hairier?

And with no false modesty, you're lookin' at one happy camper.

Now, quiet! They're about to announce the lottery numbers.

See? I told you Krusty would come. just like I said.

Krusty looks fat.

[Marge's Voice] We miss you terribly.

So if nobody minds, let's just quietly run out the clock.

[ Chortles ] Sorry, folks.

Until You Turn Eighteen, I Make The Decisions!

I am Mr. Black, your head counselor.

Aah, this has more zing.

Bellingham is coming

(Bart Simpson groaning and gasping) I seem to dream it's the other last, final day of school. (Bart Simpson groaning and gasping) I seem to dream it's the other last, final day of school.

You Wanna Go To Flint Tomorrow, We're Not Going To Flint Tomorrow

I trust you all remembered to bring in your implements of destruction.

and I can say without hyperbole...

Seymour Skinner Seymour Skinner

Aye, sir. Eh, you silk-wearing buttercup!

- [ Engine Starts ] - Phew. Never mind.

All right. That's it.

It now goes, "D," "B," "A," "C."

And Krusty's autobiography was self-serving with many glaring omissions.

You're vultures! Where were you when I sang at Farm Aid?