Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Curly! Curly! Curly! Curly!
But only if I can go with you guys.
Will my colleague from the great kelp forest yield?
Isn't it always on the last arm you check? [Chuckles]
Aye-aye, sir!
But he's your president.
[High-pitched squeaking]
I don't remember you mentioning that.
As soon as I finish loading these supplies, we can ship out.
You see that?
And with governor anglerfish, that's seven.
'Cause dying together sucks a little less than dying alone.
Both: Calling all Curlys!
Look at all this room I have!
V.P. Blowfish: You be quiet! You're not right!
Huh?!
President Porpoise!