Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

The other has flint.
‐ Mom, Kimberly's killing me with your good mixer!
‐ Mm. ‐ Hmm.
But what turned it around for you?
‐ Sorry, Jing.
I was just being cute.
but they're not send‐away awful.
both: [grunt] Damn it!
‐ Yeah, I hope he gets some in heaven.
My ulna!
‐ 21, front butt! [both grunt]
‐ No time for fantasies, Jing.
[gasps] [squirrel chitters angrily]
‐ I sprayed some Shout on the shirt.
‐ Oh, it's so nice to be able to have a real conversation.
Oh! It tastes bad! [door clicks]
‐ [imitates sirens wailing weakly]
‐ Yeah, I can't wait till we're estranged adults!
[sighs contentedly, snoring]
‐ Yeah!
[chuckles] Get it? Grew?
Oh, my goodness!
I'm okay! ‐ [groans]
‐ That ends today.
‐ Wow, Douglas really turned it around,
But if we don't build a fire, we're gonna freeze to death.
[sighs contentedly] You know,
[moose growling] [both panting]
[normally] That I don't have to use anymore.
It's Tuesday.