Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

(singing) My shirt was wrinkled till...
Women! They're the real mystery, Dip. You ruin their date, drive their hippie boyfriend's van into a ravine, and somehow you're the "bad guy".
THIS IS GRENDA TIME
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Yo, yo, hold up. What's this big green mess?
Candy attack!
(singing) Girl you got me actin' so cray-cray! (cray-cray)You tell me that you won't be my bay-bay! We're non-threatening, girl. Yeah
(imitates Fat Guy) Do you have this T-shirt in my size?
Invero to the bunny kids:
All right, it took all day, but I converted it to a record.
Not so fast! They're not going anywhere!
Calendar jumpscare
Twenty thirteen.
We're masters of stealth!
Thank you, boys. Now let's get aboard the braid train!
We're doing something wrong here but I can't put my finger on it.
Wait a second. Is something rooting through our trash?
Ah, chin up, kid, you were trying to do the right thing. Even though you destroyed a relationship and part of my car.
How'd it go up there?
Um, hey! Uh, now that your night is free, me and Grunkle Stan were thinking, maybe bowling or something.
Wrong one thousand!
CCoughing! I was coughing. Those weren't words. CCoughing! I was coughing. Those weren't words.
Remember, eventually we have to let them go. We have to promise not to get too attached to them, right, Mable? Mable?
Hmm... That's not spit-worthy! What gives?
We need to warn Wendy about that song before she gets brainwashed! We need to warn Wendy about that song before she gets brainwashed!
Yo, whatup, girl?