Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

A present?
Sure. Whatever.
and Tallulah uses them to dance her way back to the top!
Wait. Did you say "dancing shoes"?
[suspenseful music plays]
[panting]
-You’re a washed up dancer. -(trombone plays comedic sting)
Well, well, well, you two must be the owners of this fine establishment.
What the fuck are you doing You are an ass
Hi. I'm Tallulah.
Sparkly dancin' shoes.
Water
[all] Hi, Porkrind.
Eh… not my problem.
Oh. Phew.
I got a client, needs a special delivery
Me, neither.
[Mugman yelps]
No.
Delivery not accepted.
¿Por qué?
-You're a washed-up dancer. -[trombone plays comedic sting]
What he said.
And by contributions to your PBS station from viewers like you. Thank you!
Then I don't see no delivery by sundown.
I don't care who it's courtesy of.
[sighs] And you're also a secret assassin.
Gangle and Zooble and Kinger Too Ragatha Jax And There’s Kaufmo Woo Hoo Day After Day After Day After Day We Fly Past The Moon and Sun And We Don’t Know Why
Oh. (sighs)