Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Arrivederci, Jersey.
- Get it? - No.
What?
Impossible. No, no, no, no, no, no.
in a laboratory at Princeton.
Later.
I just... I just sponged up a little too much Vat 69, that's all.
Jettison!
And maybe a lot harder to get back.
She'll live... but only for a while.
- Who is he? - I don't know.
Rocket stabiliser.
- Go. Go. - Right.
Oh, um...
Who knows what happened to his brain.
Curse you, Banzai! Don't you realise what are you saying?
I married her.
- There they are. - Dr Banzai.
Enter your data on this keypad. And you better be right.
- Hikita-san. - Buckaroo!
- You sure? - Believe it.
It beats me how an old homicidal loony can use that much power.
And Hikita, too.
Oh, sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. That's...
Speed steady at 317 nautical. 400 and accelerating!
Hey!
- 14.8 seconds west. - Synchro is aligned.
May I remind you to fasten your seat belts
Why is there a watermelon there?
Secretary, Senator Cunningham... members of the world press.
You're not getting jack from me until you let Penny out of this junkyard.
No sign of Buckaroo. The professor just rode up saying something
- Sidney. - Buckaroo!
I said back off! Now, dammit, I mean it!
"Diabolical. They Got Us So Confused..." "Diabolical. They Got Us So Confused..."
- We hide, they seek! - Death to the Black Lectroids!
My most profuse apologies to my homeland and loved ones.
That's what it looked like. It was black.
But I have to ask my dad first.
Laugh while you can monkey boy
John O'Connor, smash the window.
evil! Pure and simple from the 8th dimension!
Right. I'm working under the assumption that Penny still has the overthruster,
Bigbooty, you carry my overthruster.
Scooter Lindley, Blue Blaze Irregular.
Give me 30 minutes, then come in and mop up.
Lithium is no longer available on credit.
Maybe right inside this table...
Well, how do you know? Here, hold this. Hold this!
and extinguish all smoking material.
some electrochemical message that allows me to see what they really are.
I married her. you had an identical twin sister and...
more power to him.
What'd it look like to you?
of Yoyodyne Propulsion Systems.
Well, something has reared its ugly head in outer space, Mr President,
I'm adopted.
It's certainly food for thought.
Red Lectroid.
- Where's Buckaroo? - Get him.
Yoyodyne.
Shut up!
Uh, Grover's Mill. Grover's Mill, 1938. Why's that so familiar?
Danger! Danger! We do not have crossover. Negative mass is spreading.
What are y'all looking at?
See, by all accounts, it appears as though I literally went right through a mountain.
Hello, Mr Secretary.
It's not my damn planet. Understand? Monkey boy!
You sure? Believe it.