Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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

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

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

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

But I guess for some people...

-You forgot your Drooler Cooler. -And us.

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

Me? No, no, no.

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

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

Wrench the nut.

Ooh. I'll take that action.

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

I'm going to comedy class. Crazy MIFTers.

Tastes like someone's finger.

I've yet to see them fix anything.

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

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

Get in there, champ, and wrench that nut.

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

Better not fall asleep in your comedy class.

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

Way to go, Banana Bread.

-Interesting insight. -(ALARM BLARING)

The Monsters Inc. Facilities Team?

Come on, big guy. Wrench the nut.

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

(MACHINE DINGS)

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

(ELECTRICITY CRACKLING)

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

Tylor, you are with us. Come on!

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

-without your very own nameplate? -Yes!

Uh. That's weird.

OH MILKE GOLLGY BEAR