Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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

I'm suffocating.

You're the wrong Bean.

Possibly over a screwier mystery even deeper underground.

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

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

The old switcheroo. Here, on page 202.

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

Right through the trapdoor. Damn it.

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

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

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

Yeah, but read between the lines.

The whole system's rigged!

Uh, you know what? I change my mind.

The corridors are quite wide, ma'am.

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

we're all going to have heart attacks.

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

For centuries we Trøgs have protected the secret goo.

Just fill your heart with hate. Super fun.

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

How does this solve anything?

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

[suspenseful music playing]

Are you sleepin'? Huh?

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

Come on. Yeesh.

No, like Elfo. [chuckles]

I'm stuck in this dream.

I mean, oy vey.

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

Of course, I love you.

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

But Tiabeanie has been given a taste.

I can work with this.

Internalize this.

Sometimes I don't even know anymore.

Also, I'm just going to say that

Oh, my God. You want to destroy Dreamland.

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

I just… I wanted to show you something.

This is twice in one week.

Right now, out of my way.

…who laughed at you when you made your address?

The perfect place for inquiring noobs like you.