Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Hey, Chef.
...were the mortician and his assistant.
- Boo, I'm a ghost. - Oh, man, I feel like a total choad.
- Dude, it can't be cooler than mine. - We ought to get our costumes ready.
...they had to put their cardboard box up for mortgage.
There have been a lot of advances in topical creams the last few years.
South Park is overrun with living dead. Haven't you noticed anything strange?
Well, let's let him drain.
- She had Sweetie Pops. - You owe me a Sweetie Pop, asshole.
Remember candy, focus on the candy.
Pinkeye.
UP YOURS, TINA YOTHERS!
Yeah, granola pisses me off.
That's just because you look like a total choad.
- Hi, Stan. - We were gonna be Raggedy Ann and Andy.
All the other zombies will turn back to normal.
...a few quickie alterations. And there you go, young man.
Yeah, I'm afraid the two of you have pinkeye.
Gross, Stan. Sick.
m is for ms crabtree
- Actually... - Well, I can assure you...
...so I came as Chewbacca.
- This way we'll win the contest. - I'll win with this Chewbacca costume.
- You bit my arm! - Kenny's back to normal.
Oh, God! No! Stop!
Hey Chef! (SCREAMS)