Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[woman shouts]
imaginary poison coursing through my veins!
Ow! Ouch! Oh! Ow!
Oh!
Something's wrong.
You tell me.
All right, l'm gonna turn it off.
Oh, boy.
♪ l am your imagination band ♪
[shouting]
The riddle -- uh, it cometh,
lt tastes like banana candy, man.
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaah!
Number three -- Storm clouds?
You're getting him, man!
[laughs and snorts]
l would rather dle than be imaginative.
l imagined my mom naked. Yuck!
l-l can't imagine a riddle.
(Singing a song)
...for a day filled with adventure!
Take a hike, fairy!
Perhaps l represent your secret desire to be civilized.