Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Internalize this.

For centuries we Trøgs have protected the secret goo.

Sometimes I don't even know anymore.

The old switcheroo. Here, on page 202.

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

Yeah, but read between the lines.

…who laughed at you when you made your address?

Right through the trapdoor. Damn it.

Right now, out of my way.

Just fill your heart with hate. Super fun.

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

I'm stuck in this dream.

I can work with this.

Come on. Yeesh.

How does this solve anything?

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

The perfect place for inquiring noobs like you.

Are you sleepin'? Huh?

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

This is twice in one week.

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

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

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

I mean, oy vey.

Possibly over a screwier mystery even deeper underground.

But Tiabeanie has been given a taste.

I just… I wanted to show you something.

The corridors are quite wide, ma'am.

Of course, I love you.

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

Also, I'm just going to say that

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

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

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

Uh, you know what? I change my mind.

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

[suspenseful music playing]

The whole system's rigged!

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

Oh, my God. You want to destroy Dreamland.

You're the wrong Bean.

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

I'm suffocating.

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

we're all going to have heart attacks.

No, like Elfo. [chuckles]