Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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