Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-Orb-yes. -Ohhh.
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Opening up, doing all that just to make my dad feel good.
I hard-wired the orb's infinite energy right into it.
I am Mr. Nimbus!
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Oh, and we're not busy?
How 'bout a little piss?
-Next. -Orb-no.
Come on, Pissmaster, come on.
Yeah... that's right, Morty.
They're more of a name we -- we give to --
One at a time!
Hey, none of that! Break it up, guys!
I am Mr. Stringbean!
What the hell? Riiick!
So this is what it's like to trend.
I'll be damned. I'm out.
He obviously avatar'd it. Probably a robot.
"Space Hitlers are convening on Zeplar Prime."
I'm sorry, are we just letting in all Hitlers now?
Oh, shit. Not reacting.
Wait! Who are you?
[ Grunting continues ]
goofball super villains.
And the galaxy owes it all to Jerry Smith.
Rick: Yeah, see, I put on the suit of my enemy
Can we not make it a big deal?
Trust your heart, Jerry.
Yeah, maybe dial it back?
Hashtag #FlamingoDad.
It's just...I've been so frustrated with you.
it wants to bond with.
Feels good. Feels right.
now he gets a sticky orb.
Because, y'know, t-that sounds dangerous.
[ Voice breaking ] Look, if you were to ever do something,
Oh, so if my bumbling moron of a son-in-law
[ Toilet flushing ]
It's worth celebrating, Rick.
Stop! Aah!
Thank you, thank you, Flamingo Fam.