Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Sorry, Grampa. But I gotta stash you in the bathroom...
2 x 2 x 2 x 3 x 3 x 11 = 792
## [Singing]
Lucky, what are you doing at Hoppy and Kickin’s wedding? Reliving the happiest bunny moment of my life.
Hmm.
Keep at least one eye open.
Test lady. Test lady.
what the fuuuuu?
Well, that's all the time we have.
Oh, sure, I left briefly to take that principal's job in Springfield.
Big Daddy's trademark calling card.
[Rings]
You know, boys...
Now you listen up, mon ami, and you listen good, yeah?
[Grunting]
You know, Homer, we've all been busy as beavers preparing for our very own show.
Um, uh, oh, uh, I might as well come clean with ya.
A poem by Hans Moleman.
- [Both Laughing] - [Audience Laughing, Applauding]
I'll have you know I wrote the book on love.
The chief! Ooh, I suppose I'd best to run!
Don’t use beat friend named Ruckus, Hoppy. He’s anxiety, he’s controlling and manipulative. And will make your life a living heck. Oh my god, Lucky.
Oh, lots of reasons, I suppose.
Inflation, trade deficit, horrible war atrocities.
Welcome to ma maison, Chief. I've been expecting you.
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