Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

The de-what now?
Your mother and I had a life before you came along,
until today's distress signal.
a real shithead.
Shit.
Deal.
Brett, fend them off for as long as you can.
[laughing]
Hands off me, moon hippies. [grunts]
Brett, that's a flag of Rasta Garfield.
Good news, team.
I heard a spicy rumor
I'm going to the moon, and I need this to shoot hippies.
Isn't the moon like Australia?
Thirty years?
He tried to kill us. Don't salute him.
[grunts]
by finally breaking the hell out of Earth's orbit.
Welcome to Earth… on the moon.
On fleek.
and almost destroy the Earth to win his approval.
And he's villainously horny.
Melvin Stupowitz?
♪ Ken Burns likes to what? ♪
Even Mipsy?
It's like a regular slut but on the moon.
That's right. I changed your ringtone when you were sleeping.
Today, you're going to the moon!
Wait, what? Why would I call myself a moon-slut?!
Oh, just drop me off in midtown.
[Myc] Sound colder.
The rogue colony still exists to this day.
[funky music plays]
[eerie music plays]
[yells]
Of course. I just have a few quick diagnostic questions
I told you to pull out the left microchip.
♪ Brett likes to slam the jam ♪
Wow. Congrats on making it through a whole sentence
[introspective music plays]
-[grunts] -[shushing]
-[upbeat music playing on headphones] -[groans]
[sighs] Come on in.
-[scary music plays] -[Rand] Neil Armstrong?
Plasma rifle.
Earth is overrated. They're about to nuke Antarctica anyway.
[DNA tester whirs, beeps] DNA results in 20 minutes.
Yeah, we've seen the sex cult, Buzz, and we are not…
Fifty bucks says the SOS was triggered by a computer