Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

And the girlies want to scream

- OK. - Oh, thank God.

No, no, man. My... my label dropped me.

All right, all right. Whatever.

But he smell like Lotion and Doo Doo

dumb-ass, world-dominating plan...

Go. Without me.

I'm Frylock, and this is Meatwad.

No. His son moved him to Tragic Castles...

We're not gonna kill you.

'Cause we are the Aqua Teens

I'll stab you in the neck with this picture of my grandson!

- Remember that? - Well... those are good ideas.

Now I'm trapped with a colostomy bag in my pants...

Aah! Aah! Ow! Aah!

This here is Little Brittle and the C-Bag...

And that goes on forever.

and didn't reek of fluids. I mean...

and Satan will send me back here as something worse.

'Cause I got to feast on blood. That's how I roll.

And this is MC Pee Pants. He's come back again.

Yeah. I think I'll go, too...

I used to slap with the babes, used to bunk with broads

You could probably cheer up some old folks.

They're in my mind.

that tried to get us to bring all our garbage to you...

- Wherever the hell we want. - Not without me!

I got this bad-ass cape. Wait a minute.

Go on, Meatwad. He's happy to see you.

But he smells like lotion and doo-doo.

Or we could just pull this plug right here.