Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

That's just the energy in them.

I have a cold in my nose.

What time is it, anyway?

Well, maybe I've been misjudging him.

- From the North Star... - To the craters of the moon.

Oh, boy. What a cold.

- What about you? - Me?

Do I have to go through it with him? Every time I see him...

Come on, Da... I mean, Nimbus.

- You're kidding. - Here, see for yourself.

And, Elroy, take that silly helmet off.

Boy, these three-hour days are killing me.

Well, I ain't sure, for sure.

Well, hi, Elroy. Sorry about your wall.

To the farthest reaches of the solar system.

And not another word about that clown, Nimbus what's-his-name.

Boy, do I feeI silly in this outfit.

- Turn the television off, dear. - Oh, Mom.

Well, that's easy. What's the prize?

- A visit from Nimbus the Great. - You're kidding.

What would you like me to diaI for dinner, George?

- You wanna hear about it? - I guess so.

That's why I brought a package with me.

Maybe now he'll give that silly stuff up.

All you need is 10 box tops and 50 words...