Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Hold up. That's not elf's blood, that's pig's...

[stutters] Salt soup! There you are. Salt soup.

It looks like a foot. I mean, if you're happy with it...

Really, Dad? [scoffs] You're fine with this?

My poor Princess Tiabeanie.

- To Merkimer! - [all] To Merkimer!

Uh, come back in a few days, Lord Lingonberry.

All aboard the party barge! I hope you like fun and soggy pretzels.

[crowd gasping]

Now we hope Merkimer's a big enough idiot to fall for this mermaid plan.

Let's get this underway, shall we?

I must have sex with its origin.

What's wrong with my face?

- Really? - Not anymore.

Tell me something about you.

I should dust in here more often.

I mean, I'm drained.

They call it a party barge,

and some would say overflowing with revulsion...

It's a ship of war, flying the dread flag of the Borcs!

It's beautiful. Such angelic voices.

Wait, no, that's your face.

[chicken clucks then wheezes]