Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

And white blood cells are attacking my clothes!
What have I done?
But we can rescue her...
The Prince is coming by...
That could've been me.
through Mr. Burns' body.
Homer, I'm so mad at you!
...kill...
I'm hitting all the buttons with my palm.
Oh, boy, are they retro!
I sold it as part of a set...
And Marge, you'll always be the best chef in our house.
Perhaps we can be of assistance, Inspector.
Who did you sell the swords to?
But watch out for retroviruses.
My sweet, undigested baby!
Oh, you stupid son of a...
You gave me quite a fright, you did.
It says here the swords were sold to C. Ebenezer Burns.
Get back down there, you.
Yeah, well, the joke's on you, smart guy.
You may examine my curios, but do not touch my oddities.