Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

but these last few days as that hotheaded rogue Armin Tamzarian...
You are still the master of deception.
It's true. I was in his platoon.
- Good-bye. - Mmm.
- And have 10 items or less. - Twelve, 11, 10. The mars a weenie.
before I wound up in front of a judge.
Mmmmmm.
Ralph and I could do the report together.
and earned our respect and admiration.
All right, all right. So he's a fraud.
I have never been happier or prouder to be Seymour Skinner.
Well, obviously, it isn't. My real name is Seymour Skinner in the present. Its name isn't Jackson. Well, obviously, it isn't. My real name is Seymour Skinner in the present. Its name isn't Jackson.
But first, before Skinner shows up, I have a secret announcement.
- Mmm, what's so special about tonight? - Nothing!
- I'm your son. - I have no son.
In honor of Seymour's 20th year as principal...
- And he's gonna take over the school again! - [Chattering]
Others: surprise
Why don't you lead us, son?
- He's a war hero. - Ha-ha!
we've decided to hold a surprise tribute Friday night.
Your new principal would like to say a few words.
- Good morning, Agnes. - Mmm.
Well, now, there's no need for profanity.
Well, there's nothing corny about fresh-faced youngsters skipping to school...
[Groans] Let's bake him a cake.
I wrongfully usurped Sergeant Skinner's position...
- In your dreams. - We'll see about that.
Of course, if I'd known there was a war going on, I probably would've apologized.
- Period. - [Gasping, Murmuring]
You belong to the Radio Shack Battery Club.
So what's your story, Seymour, if that is your real name?
- You didn't bring me up at all. - The hell I didn't!
- Okay. - And I further decree...