Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[knocking]
[screams]
[fires shot]
- Listen, do you like my jar? - Your jar?
Unless I get lucky and break a leg.
That's why every one of my contracts
Sweetums is nine feet tall. Oh, well, whatever.
- Kermit, I am not pleased. - John, what's wrong?
Yes, horrible.
- That's you, right? - Check.
[man] And now, Pigs in Space!
We had to capture a ship, you said.
[moaning] Oh, these long, late night watches.
Do you suppose they meant it to be?
with another creature from another planet, and so...
[door beeping]
Yes. I think the nose is the problem.
- Wrong hand, stupid. - What?