Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- [Dog Howling] - I'm scared, Bart. I wanna go home.

[Grunting, Groaning]

Now, whose calculator can tell me what seven times eight is?

That's Daddy's magic key.

at the abandoned penitentiary.

[Smacking, Gulping] Get me a towel.

- You would know. - Bart, you don't have to go anywhere today.

I dropped my "Popsticle" in your toy chest.

[Laughing] Wait. I missed that. Get him to say it again.

- Is it okay to sleep with a night-light? - Absolutely.

The police master key?

Tell it to The Ear, baby [Muffled Talking]

- Yeah! - Huckleberries! All right!

We gotta stay off the streets.

They end with "mania" or "teria."

Whoa! This whole planet is like one big skate park!

Wow! Look at all these toilets.

Kent Brockman reporting live from Mayor Quimby's press conference...

- Wanna play stuffed animal parade? - Maybe later.

Lisa's a good thinker.

A what? With who?