Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

the story of a girl who could not leave her tower.
who wore the red cloak of the riding.
- Um... Wolf, wolf. - Father, you look so strange.
Also, I have brought you this nail file.
The main course is ready.
Listen, knaves, and interrupt not my story,
## [ Flute ]
to the magical tale that I shall now tell.
(STOMACH RUMBLING)
[ Stomach growling ]
Why not try a hot appetizer instead?
Animaniacs
[ Stomach Grumbling ] Yo, can we eat now?
having enjoyed a delicious three-course meal.
the girl of the red ridings and hoods
[SHUDDERING]
It is good to see you, but I cannot dally.
i'm so hungry (STOMACH RUMBLING
I know, this is cutting your hiccups! Oh, Phineas! Then hiccups