Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

(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

(singing) My shirt was wrinkled till...

All right, it took all day, but I converted it to a record.

Um, hey! Uh, now that your night is free, me and Grunkle Stan were thinking, maybe bowling or something.

We're masters of stealth!

Invero to the bunny kids:

Hmm... That's not spit-worthy! What gives?

Calendar jumpscare

Adeus Galera Já FOI

Not so fast! They're not going anywhere!

We're doing something wrong here but I can't put my finger on it.

Remember, eventually we have to let them go. We have to promise not to get too attached to them, right, Mable? Mable?

Wrong one thousand!

Yo, yo, hold up. What's this big green mess?

How'd it go up there?

(imitates Fat Guy) Do you have this T-shirt in my size?

Thank you, boys. Now let's get aboard the braid train!

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".

We need to warn Wendy about that song before she gets brainwashed! We need to warn Wendy about that song before she gets brainwashed!

THIS IS GRENDA TIME

Twenty thirteen.

Wait a second. Is something rooting through our trash?

Yo, whatup, girl?

Ah, chin up, kid, you were trying to do the right thing. Even though you destroyed a relationship and part of my car.

CCoughing! I was coughing. Those weren't words. CCoughing! I was coughing. Those weren't words.