Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Come on over here and give Little Brittle some props.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah! Do that!
you go to heaven, away from bad ol' Satan.
- Little Brittle. - No way.
Frylock, you don't have a nose, either.
Look, yo. Brittle needs to live forever.
Why don't you just become a Christian?
He's got all these ideas. He don't tell me none of them!
I'm sorry. You have the wrong number.
Guess.
so you could get the money and... ugh.
And the girlies want to scream
The wristwatch is in my mind.
and he's kicking it... elderly school.
Because he was the prowler.
Um, we best get going.
- I'm turning him into a vampire. - You're doing what?
Because it smells like lotion & doo-doo here