Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- I'll guard this stuff for you. - All right. Bye.
- Of course. - No.
CENTURION: Holosphere standing by.
No! Aaah! No!
No blessing is necessary. Any foe of Skeletor's is a friend of ours.
They were here, I'm telling you. It was the damnedest thing you ever saw.
Kneel!
No, no, go ahead, I promise.
You're acting like Torktums.
What do you want from me?
Kill him!
Where is the key?
That way. Go around.
Are you ready to kneel now...
- What are you doing, arresting me? - We're gonna go look for your girlfriend.
...wait for He-Man.
[GWILDOR MOOING]
[SCREAMS]
But the plane...
Gwildor, Kevin knows the tones. Can you get us home or can't you?
Throw down your weapons or you die.
We're just going away for the day. We'll be back tonight.
For you to rule completely...
Somebody help me. Somebody help me!
Okay, all right. I'll be gone 15 minutes, tops. All right?
MAN-AT-ARMS: Down.
I see only He-Man.
...for a specific destination...
I don't know. The keys have all been moved.
Ha!
- Go ahead, ask him. - Boy...
For to those that control Grayskull will come the power.
He begs your forgiveness, as do we all.
Kneel before your master.
You never told me you had sonic keys in this world.
Yes, I've never tasted anything like it.
It's all right. Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you.
Tell us where that policeman was headed and we'll take it from there.
- What's wrong with her? MAN-AT-ARMS: This is Skeletor's particular gift.
Just press the keys.
Our guests are arriving.
MAN-AT-ARMS: Let me see this.
Unfortunately, no.
Quando você
Look, we've gotta take this down to Charlie.
We're locking in on the key's source of origin.
[GROWLING]
Destroy it now.
That only happens in fairy tales.
SKELETOR: Report, Evil-Lyn. Speak.
Listen, darling.
What's a kid like you doing with something like that?
[MOANING]
...but you don't have to move away.
Shake your booty
To the caverns underneath Grayskull.
SKELETOR: The key. Get the key.
- Gwildor, we need to get back to Eternia. MAN-AT-ARMS: Lmmediately.
- I'm afraid so. - You little worm.
Mark my words, Corrigan, you're going to jail, you hear me?
CENTURION: Half a preton until moonrise. - Do you hear, Sorceress?
Let go, stay away from me!
- Julie's in there. - Proceed with caution.
Please. Look, I don't know what you want. Aah!
Wait a minute, wait a minute. I don't understand.
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