Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[gasps] Oh! Look! A is for artery. B is for brains. C is for--

Time to open Mommy's presents!

Yeah, is this gonna be more like Futurama or Rick and Morty?

You're going outside the dome into the barren alien wasteland

My best men haven't been able to kill Bazarack. I forbid it!

Damn it. I should be dead.

It appears to be the work of Bazarack.

Bazarack Francine Finklestein.

♪ He grinds our grandmas into paste ♪

All right, you aliens, come and--

How can I help?

Hey, asshole, those are my kills!

Trust me. That won't be a problem.

Weapons? I'm your man.

I didn't know you could say the N-word on Disney.

Hereby make you a General.

Even when I'm happy. Where'd my assistant go?

Also, you humans kidnap and eat our babies.

[smooth rap music playing]

On a scale of one to ten, how intimidating do I look?

I hate that mustard-colored fuck.

"I'm gonna heat up this clothes hanger on a stove

Yeah, I knew you'd die without me and I'd feel guilty skipping your funerals.

[melancholy tone]

-Good thing his race can grow new heads. -[small voice] How intimidating am I now?

[narrator] This is Farzar.

"I've finally captured you, Bazarack!" "Have mercy on me, mighty Renzo."

Actually, he's right.

[melancholy tone]