Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

My footage, my beautiful faked found footage!
Maggie, honey, play nice with the kitty.
(screams) Ew, slugs!
Start working on your neighs.
(bleating nearby)
(both grunt)
Oh, my gosh, it's time for my only-child beat poetry.
What say that chum were you?
(yelling)
(sobbing)
You know how they love the little fat folds
(panting): Haw-haw! Haw-haw!
Somnicrank to help me sleep!
Al fresco!
That's the fear.
(both giggling)
and they want to chop us in half.
(monstrous voice): Where be our goat?
- maybe we can... (whispering) - Mm.
And now he walks dogs for a living.
Uh, Jules, slow down.
No way! That name's reserved for Axl Rose,
- MADISON: Oh, God, no! - (burps)