Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You're the cop. Why aren't you looking for her?
...but we had to disappear.
I am Skeletor.
They've locked in on the key.
She's got short, dark hair. She was wearing a pink sweater.
You
I can't believe it.
Help! Help!
Thanks. Thanks. We're going to be better tonight.
[KEY SOUNDS CHORD]
Dear God, that's Julie's. Where'd you find this?
Here, hold that.
Fine. Except for two things.
Will you get it for us?
If he knew I had this prototype...
These people are fighting the others.
- I brought us dinner. - Oh, boy, Robby's ribs.
The dark can embrace the light, but never eclipse it.
- Have you assembled the mercenaries? - Here, and awaiting your command.
Dying.
Uh... Help me.
Don't let him out of sight. Guard the key with your life.
Listen, you kids can't just come in...
[SCREECHING]
[CHUCKLING]
Never.
Yes, I think I can.
No. They leave that on to scare off burglars.
...we'd better synchronize our personal locators.
This is one of those new Japanese synthesizers.
Monica, this is not the seventh grade anymore.
I will send the signal to Skeletor.
When you find the key, send the sourcing signal.
What are you, a magician?
[KEY PLAYS CHORD]
- Carl. Carl, what happened? - You don't never wanna know.
Don't kill him yet.
I don't know, I just... if I hear a tune a couple of times, I can usually remember it.
- Take care of them. - Good journey.
...things come in here... I mean, look at this place.
[KEVIN GRUNTING]
- Okay. - No.
- Gwildor. - I'm going. I'm going.
[METAL SCREECHES]
- It was taken from me. - Who took it?
- What... What is this thing? - It's a synthesizer.
Let them rot.
Julie, where are you going? Come back here.
In half a chromon...
[RUSTLING IN BUSHES]
I dare anything.
- What does she look like? - Look, she's about 5'5".
- Yeah. - Wait a minute. Wait a minute.
Come, come, come.
- Don't let anybody in here except Carl. - All right.
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
Uh...
Lock it in. We'll track it from the air.
No! It may be a trap.
MAN: Billy, get off the game and get Daddy some napkins.
- I can feel it. - Really?
Look. Look. Native clothing. Lots of it, all over the place.
Come on, you mother...
It might be intelligent life.
[GWILDOR CLEARS THROAT]
- Certainly. - To the Sorceress?
Ah, ha, ha!
So if you're through clearing your gill slits, maybe you can tell us where we are.
- Pull the pole out. GWILDOR: Careful. Careful.
The Eye opens.
Get out of here! Get out of here. Get out of here.
[MOOS]
- We live only to serve you. - It would be a pity to waste their talents.
...to receive the powers of Grayskull.
Your friends are tied up with the work we're doing...
Okay.
Any planet in a thousand galaxies.
You, look up that way.
More than life.
- Eight-thirty. - Oh, great.
FIREMAN: Come on, guys, let's go. Let's put it out.
Yes! Let this be our final battle!
Wait a minute, I've got it.
...I'll never leave you.
- And something to play the tones on. - I'll get a keyboard from Charlie's.
For you.