Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

The old switcheroo. Here, on page 202.

I've tried pounding on the mirror, too, but it's no use.

[suspenseful music playing]

Guci? Well, you're the evil twin if you ask me.

Say, fellas, I heard of a place that's so exciting,

Also, I'm just going to say that

I'm stuck in this dream.

I'd like to introduce our head of Elf Intelligence, Braino.

I already have Elfo and Luci to help me with that.

I'm suffocating.

Now on to what we do want to know, Hencho…

But Tiabeanie has been given a taste.

I know all your dirty, dark secrets and your stupid, neurotic ones

The whole system's rigged!

No, like Elfo. [chuckles]

Well, I can't have no more adventures in that Enchanted Forest, yeah?

I got a nice recurrent dream about a little black kitty named Guci.

Just fill your heart with hate. Super fun.

Right through the trapdoor. Damn it.

The corridors are quite wide, ma'am.

The perfect place for inquiring noobs like you.

Are you sleepin'? Huh?

This is twice in one week.

Sometimes I don't even know anymore.

…who laughed at you when you made your address?

Yeah, but read between the lines.

I can work with this.

Internalize this.

I just… I wanted to show you something.

I happen to know that little miss Bean likes her neck nuzzled… a lot.

Uh, you know what? I change my mind.

And so I have muffins around and available like a good host.

I mean, oy vey.

[Freckles] You son of a bitch! Your mustache smells like yoghurt.

Possibly over a screwier mystery even deeper underground.

we're all going to have heart attacks.

For centuries we Trøgs have protected the secret goo.

You're the wrong Bean.

Right now, out of my way.

the muffins, they're not hidden, all right?

You mean that escaped circus ostrich who put his head down the hole?

How does this solve anything?

I mean, at least she looked like me, and talked like me, and had my moves down.

Of course, I love you.

Come on. Yeesh.

Oh, my God. You want to destroy Dreamland.