Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

(whistles)
Frinkcoin, the brainchild of longtime bachelor...
¶ Clink my link, you'll swim, not sink ¶
(clears throat) ...uh, uh, friends.
from my new parking spot.
so I got regular tickets.
Get out!
Um, who's this?
Taking Frink to Moe's.
come for a visit.
complaining about crimes I haven't solved.
(chuckles) No, sir.
Well, think about this, Professor.
-(wind whooshing) -(bird caws)
(sighs): Oh, evil and, uh...
And so, the equation was solved.
Hmm, I guess we'll never know.
Good, the two things I can't take
I can still hear it!
(door creaks)
Aw, really?