Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- No, thanks. - I thought you loved to gamble.

I need more time for my report on George Washington Carver.

Hey, Hayleykins, wanna play Jenga?

Po Po Po Po Power with Bearglove

...what is this delicious paste upon which I am snacking?

How many times have I told you?

- The monocle. - Yes, Steve. How does that feel?

If anyone needs me, I'll be celebrating in the bathtub.

Excuse me, ladies.

Every time I try to access a site, I get this:

Well, this is the address, but I don't see any flagpoles.

- Is that President Lincoln? - Yes.

To know the man, I must taste the man.

That's crazy. I was never gonna tell you.

...but he only thinks about sex with a black man once a year.

Even if it means I have to talk to the creepy librarian with the burned ear.

We did it, Dad. Soon the whole world will know the truth.

He said it was time the truth came out. We have to tell everyone.

The original President Peanut. Well, here goes.

We can handle the truth...

- The peanut in the pyramid. - Oh, yeah. I guess that is what it is.

I'll tell you what: It means we're looking for a horny midget that plays it safe.