Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Uh, did you ever think that I didn't give you an autograph
Ha! Yeah, right--
Do you know which direction the Porkbelly Convention Center is?
Now, who wants an autograph?
Great, now I just need a total Super Suit upgrade
(Ms. Kaitlyn farting, tooting, gaffing, sharting, and flatulating her pants out of a stinky gas fart) (Ms. Kaitlyn farting, tooting, gaffing, sharting, and flatulating her pants out of a stinky gas fart)
and new Hypno-Goggles?
OK, what was that?
OK, that looks like me, but sounds nothing like me.
Away, Super Pooch!
Welcome to the first-ever Johnny X Convention!
And we'll nab him at the panel discussion in an hour.