Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Look, they've come back for us.
I guess they're more nuts than I thought.
Bless you, Sharon.
Kid, I'm all for a suitable period of grieving, but enough is enough.
Wait, let's make a pact not to finish him tonight, because he's going to make some mighty great sandwiches.
The kid's just gotten a little attached.
Oh, this is it.
Now he melts in my mouth.
Oh, he's trying to make contact with me.
He's a little under the weather.
Come on, Spewy.
Oh, look how happy that made him, Gus.
Are we pigs or what?
I know that that could cause permanent damage.
Gus, what are you doing up?
He must have regenerated from his own leftovers in an accelerated cloning process.
All right, boys, no more games.
Well, sorry, kid, but I had no choice.
Oh.
Go ahead and give him a kiss.
My only concern, and please don't take this the wrong way, because you know I do simply adore you, is that while I'm out, you'll sell Spewy to the government like a common two-bit weasel bastard.
Come on, Spewy.
See, I couldn't see letting perfectly good meat go to waste, what, with road kills down and all?
We don't want to offend him.
Come on up.
We're being chased by very, very, very bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad men that want to do very, very bad, bad, bad, bad things to us.
You're an angel.
Get away from that!
That's no ghost, it's the real thing.
Would you like to go home?
What?