Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You have got to check this out.

You just need to be the Battlesaur.

Oh, it's nothing like this.

Where's everybody at? Where's everybody at?

Reptillus!. Stop her!. Reptillus!. Stop her!.

(AS JESSIE) Hooray!

Nobody's feeling very good. We're gonna meet some new toys right now!. Nobody's feeling very good. We're gonna meet some new toys right now!.

(GASPS) There she is.

- Did you hear that, Rex? - I am a bit concerned.

The Ultimate Dinosaurs.

- MR. PRICKLEPANTS: Brava. - (TRIXIE CLEARS THROAT)

We crash-landed on the party planet.

- You will all be cast into the pit. - Pit?

(BOTH GROANING)

Mmm, I like where this is going.

(BUZZ AND WOODY GROANING)

(PLAYING SOLEMN TUNE)

- Come on. - Oh.

Well, this seems festive.

Here, boy. Here, little guy.

You guys are so jumpy-

I was thinking the same thing.

Pricklepants is right.

- Oh! - Prepare yourself. Inhabit the part.

Well, technically, I'm a poseable action figure.

I've got to shut it down.

BONNIE'S MOM: Remember to be polite, now.

The SuppIicator? HardIy a suitabIe nomencIature.

- No. - (GASPS)

- (CHUCKLES) - (CLEARS THROAT)

eager to slake our endless thirst for conquest.

REX: Hey, Trixie.