Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I wanted a salad with pizzas inside.
Ay ay Admiral Butthead
Boss... you know, most submarines have more than one crew member.
Trans people or else
but i'm adorable
that as they contemplated their own sad history
He died.
V.F.D. sent me. I got the sugar bowl!
It's the sonar detector.
Chowder with gum?
I'm not surprised.
and the other had a beard and no hair.
-Sorry, I-- -I'm gonna go check the sonar equipment.
-Wait, what? -How dare you call me that.
Ay ay Admirl Butthead
It looks like the sugar bowl was here.
-Where should we start? -Well, a book on tidal charts
You have a brother?
Cookie's my second-in-command. Ain't that right, Cookie?
so if an object falls into the sea, then it'll end up miles away.
or if you've noticed that I resemble
Sorry, kids.
It's an old telegram. A Volunteer Factual Dispatch.
-in the middle of the ocean. -How do you know who we are?
which are neither dry as in boring nor dry as in lacking ocean.
-Maybe if we go dark, it won't see us. -But--
I'm searching for the sugar bowl.
Actually, families take on all sorts of shapes, like--
-But darling, the sugar bowl-- -Yes, I know you want the sugar bowl!
I know, and I still don't feel better.
Plus, I bet he can tell us where the Baudelaires are.
Full steam ahead!
I mean, rent your finest discount submarine.
Sugar bowl in G.G., stop. Mission compromised, stop.
We should hesitate now.
but it can also describe any place that is unknown.
my stepfather never told me what was inside the sugar bowl.
so that anyone who ventures inside
We are not after the Baudelaires! We're after the sugar bowl.
where the swan gets run over
Both so thoughtful.
When did you change? We boarded the sub, like, right away.
I have not used it since one rainy night
Oh! Oh!
Take the prisoner to the Carmelita.
Oh, I really don't mind what people call me.
more powerful than human beings can fathom.
You're at the bottom of the ocean and there's not much air in those suits.