Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

we've decided the princess can still marry.

[knights grunting]

Personal demon.

And neither of these looks like me.

Then today, for one blessed second, we almost had both.

[Kissy] Oh, Elfo, you're so naughty.

See you guys tomorrow.

Now, let's hurry. The prince will be here any minute to marry you

Ah, there you are, my love. I've come to take you back to our wedding.

I was raised by a pack of drinking buddies.

The Washmaster.

- We deserve to be beaten with our food. - [laughs] I would rather eat it.

I beg you, sir. We are far too humble to receive praise.

That would be Stryker and Bolt, sire.

[crowd murmurs]

I am sorry our food will bring you no joy.

I'm actually hoping for death. Thanks, though.

- [sighs] I hate this feeling. - Sobriety, ma'am?

Rise and shine, Princess. It's your big day.

- Your whining really turns me on. - There's more where that came from.

Say "man and wife."

- [stammers] God... Uh, Merkimer. - Merkimer.

- Sorry I can't make your wedding. - You wanna switch places?

Yes, our emissary will steer her towards the darkness.