Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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