Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

How do you think your father knew everything about it?
The screen says you just lost another unit.
Oh, come on!
there are some people who I would like you to meet.
Papa Smurf has a [bleep]-ing beard.
Well, it doesn't look like the Monarch needs anything.
Brace yourself.
What happened to my underwear?
Give me the boy, Monarch.
You really have to hold that so close to my face?
'Cause the minute you finish your little speech, I'm gonna kill you.
We meet back here in two days.
Is that better for you?
Come on, get to the end part.
Or even deep below the earth's crust.
And what's more, you arrogant little trouble-maker...
Could we just do this, please?
and they never took their foot away!
I know you've been seeing a lot of that little tramp who lives next door.
swelling in one or both testes, or even blood in your semen...
Are you going to get the phone or not?
Psyche! Ha, sucker!
Grover Cleveland's presidential time machine for me.
Someone got him Brock Samson?
you have to let us all go.
and he needs the help of...
"M" for Monarch.
And shut up. This isn't a quiz.
The Guild of Calamitous Intent... which, incidentally, I only joined...
You are so gullible. What is that like?
Dean, have you been shooting dope into your scrotum?
swelling in one or both testes, or even blood in your semen...
Gentlemen, welcome to the heart of the Monarch's lair...
you put all over the camper?
Hank, don't brag to your brother about your circumcision.
Then suddenly something cuts number Forty-Three's tendon.
This isn't any fun for me, either.
to refuel the helicopter?
Do you want me to get H.E.L.P.eR. To do it?
I'm taking Dean back to the Amazon...
Your arrogance will be your undoing.
I was gonna tape them in a scrapbook, but here.
- Did not! - Did too!
I have to kill him. Those are my orders.
Brock! Hank!
I saw it climb the wall.
My testicles spun around.
Nothing. So where are we going?
I do hope you don't already have one.
The Guild of Calamitous Intent... which, incidentally, I only joined...
Get these corpses out of here!
Dad, why are you doing this?
It's a real problem.
It seems that his son has a mysterious malady
let's see what all this fuss is about.
Morning, sleepyheads.
I'm gonna put them under my pillow for the tooth fairy!
I'll be right back.
And tell.
for in seconds, the dreaded candiru will seek out the tiny...
- Is too! - No, there isn't!
And hair for grass.