Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Followed by Flaming Limbs!
Hey, try to watch it, two of you! Hey, try to watch it, two of you!
Nope.
Sure. Whatever.
-Ain't you curious why it's ticking? -(box ticking)
[laughs]
You're a washed up dancer. [trombone plays comedic sting]
We got a job to do. Now let's go.
All right. Be back by closing time, or I'm selling the ball.
Ooh, I see you got the exploding shoes I sent ya.
What a Letdown!
Give me that!
[Ribby] Not quite.
No.
'Cause youse tried to bury me alive that time, remember?
I mean, uh… Nothing.
You’re a washed up dancer.
Ribby and Croaks want to kill us!
We got a job to do. Now, let's go.
Oh, like you would with those clodhoppers of yours.
Cups?
Mike Leavitt Mike Leavitt
The delivery.
Oh. Phew.
Well, in that case, can I have my box back, then?
[cackles loudly]
Oh. Phew.
Aw.
-You’re a washed-up dancer. -(trombone plays comedic sting)
[explosion]
Not quite.
Well, see you later.
And no peeking in the package!