Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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