Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

then the stairs that lead to you must be infinite!
But you, plucky adolescent --
As your younger, more relatable new ruler,
That's not fair.
It's about to happen.
[munching]
Oh! Thank you, Princess.
[groaning]
What the heck am I running on?
[tearing]
Goodbye from my grease body into the blackness,
To reach me, you must choose correctly.
Whoop! [grunts]
It's like seeing a baby playing with dynamite.
Quit bustin' my buns!
and I'll school you on this biz.
[grunts]
Let us play the game of catch.
Ooh, wave farewell!
♪ We'll go to very distant lands ♪
Blorg! Bleject!
Yo!
Let's do some things.
It's time, BMO!