Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Ribby and Croaks!
Sparkly dancing shoes.
-You’re a washed up dancer. -(trombone plays comedic sting)
You’re a washed-up dancer.
[radio turns off]
Hm…
You boneheads do realize that was our only baseball?
[grunts]
[suspenseful music plays]
In that case, I bid you a fond adieu.
[chuckles] Always tryin' to bump each other off.
-You're a washed-up dancer. -(trombone plays comedic sting)
[foghorn blows]
Water Safety with Kangaroo Beach
Mugman you ruined everything You are an ass
And no peekin' in the package!
♪ Welcome to The Cuphead Show! ♪
Ooh, disguises!
Why would you send me exploding shoes?
I hate those cups.
Why?
You know, you could enter the store like a normal customer, Jerry.
Is Apple Blossom From Shopkins Is A Child? Me:
Wait. Why's it tickin'?
Well, well, well, hello again, Ms. Chalice.
At sundown, they go… [shouts] …kaboom!
Future and eternity friends with two of those dummies, are we?! Future and eternity friends with two of those dummies, are we?!
Deh-deh-deh-deh.
Hey, where'd it go?
Who is this?
-You're a washed up dancer. -(trombone plays comedic sting)
-♪ And a dash of heebie-jeebies ♪ -♪ We've got the heebie-jeebies ♪
No.
Oh. (sighs)
Psst. Fellas, make it snappy. Croaks is about to realize they ain't got a jukebox.