Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Thank you. Thank you. I must say, in many ways...

Oh, I nearly forgot. Your pocket watch.

What I mean is, to me you're just a stranger...

Hey, hey, hey. Easy there, you big impostor.

- [Siren Wailing] - Ah, 433rd Street.

You all seem to be forgetting that I am Seymour Skinner.

This is where I belong.

So, uh, um, should I sign my original name?

That child is the most disorbedient

well, then, logically, the real me must be far more qualified.

Armirs liquor, Armirs copy of Swank, Armirs frozen peas.

I hereby confer upon you the name of Seymour Skinner...

[Scoffs] The teachers' lounge is for teachers, Willy.

[Applause, Laughter]

- Please, Mom. - You too, stranger!

Our class is making refreshments for Skinner's party.

- I've grown up. I'm ready. - [ Stomach Growling ]

[Thinking] Keep looking shocked and move slowly towards the cake.

presumed dead, my future died once again.

Oh, now, Bart, you know that's wrong.

Oh, I'm sorry, but that's just how I feel.

But you must be Seymour. Yes. You are Seymour.

in a sweatshop in Huhan.

- [Buzzing] - Ooh! What the-

Well, that's very concise...

Uh, well, hey, I suppose I'll have to find a hotel.