Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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