Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh, my God, what's he doing?
Eh. Who doesn't?
Mom, why is your relationship with aunt Gwen so weird?
and don't get me wrong, we love garage...
after her trolley-car accident.
I am blown away that you have been lying
Drive, drive, drive!
Please surrender farther away
but Ms. Gwen, she spill much gasoline
What's the deal with that?
Go, rags!
My sandwich.
Okay.
to Chimdale to sell that thing.
Wakey-wakey.
Ah, that's the tingle of desire
That means keep it simple, stupid, not kiss,
but it's definitely not denatured alcohol.
I'll be right back.
Huh. She told you that?
I was under the ice for six minutes.
Also, I really need to get over
Behave like a person who wants to live!
No. This is your fault, Klaus.
He fell out of an airplane
2 x 2 x 2 x 2 x 2 x 2 x 7 x 23 = 5152
So, I ask you once again... where did you bury it, Michael?