Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Uh. That's weird.

Me? No, no, no.

-Val, generator. -Look out! Coming through!

Way to go, Banana Bread.

Tylor, you are with us. Come on!

Get in there, champ, and wrench that nut.

-"I gift MIFT" coffee mug. -VAL: That used to be mine.

Better not fall asleep in your comedy class.

Okay, I'll admit it. They're weird.

I'm going to comedy class. Crazy MIFTers.

-without your very own nameplate? -Yes!

I've yet to see them fix anything.

(ELECTRICITY CRACKLING)

-ALL: Wrench the nut. -TYLOR: Okay.

You could make a kid laugh so hard They'd pee their pants

Tastes like someone's finger.

But I guess for some people...

Hey, guys, that thing out front just now with the winking and the blinking,

to burn through all thirty-six-and-a-half hours of energy.

-Interesting insight. -(ALARM BLARING)

Ooh. I'll take that action.

It's also about rules, categories, and acronyms.

This whole crazy MIFT thing is just a temporary nightmare. Okay?

OH MILKE GOLLGY BEAR

Come on, big guy. Wrench the nut.

(MACHINE DINGS)

I joined the improv group at MU, Monsters of Comedy.

You could leave a kid in stitches Or even knock 'em dead

-Tylor, I beseech you, wrench the nut. -Uh...

I was intrigued by Winchester's nuanced insight on comic theory.

-Lucky. -Isn't this your break table?

Wrench the nut.

Don't you worry, schmoopsie-poo. Your power ball of comedy is back.

The Monsters Inc. Facilities Team?

DUNCAN: "It's laughter we're after"?

-You forgot your Drooler Cooler. -And us.