Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'll miss you guys!
Why are you so eager to find the Professor, Fry?
And the Clippie goes to...
He must've gone back there to defile it with his nudity!
I'm sorry, sir. Go right in.
Did we ever! Gram-gram fell down at the
Welcome back to the Clippie Awards,
My, yes. Our muscles are sore, our bones ache.
My golly, he was crotchety and moldy.
but my parents crushed my dreams like a discarded frog head.
When I caught my homies with my ex friends
taking nothing but the clothes on his back.
Son ! Hey, kiddo!
with a searing case of "who-gives-a-crap?"
And that's how I got this scar above my eye.
I had a perfectly normal adolescence in New New York.
This is it, room 1 1 1 9.
I'm gonna call them Gram-gram and Shabba-doo.
See, I got frozen, and your son,
I know, right?
lt gets lonely and depressing around here,
We did it out of love for you, Floyd.
That's it!
lt all started a century and a half ago.
Oh, really? Does that rule apply to Clippie winners?
Professor, Amy and I are concerned that. . . Oh !