Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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