Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

to throw the greatest slumber party ever?
(Calvin coughs)
We need a picture of something sad.
(Bart grunts)
(both grunting)
Well, his room is paid up for the next two weeks.
Must you hit every bump?
(sputters) That is patently untrue.
(shrieks)
Felicitous greetings on this day to you.
Call your lawyer!
BLYTHE: As Abe vibrated past,
I'd get it if you were great at sports,
We got ten minutes until his eyedrops wear off.
Hmm? Hmm.
to get out of KP duty.
It's my blend of secret ingredients,
When we check in at a restaurant,
(groans)
Dang it, Homer. Do you think I'm made of seconds?
(scoffs)
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Wow, that was harsh.
and have you call my father's stories cool!
Heh. Nothin' builds character
Welcome to our pop-up sleepover.
he gives the host my name,
We have to top ourselves.
His stories are so cool, but disturbing.
(grunting)
Drive away. Don't look back.
Ooh, this is my son Calvin.
- (beeps) - I fell out of the senior van and I'm lost...