Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

And disgusting riot since the isotopes won the pennant.
Four.
The marketplace of ideas.
Whoa, there, skinner. This bar is crossing guards only now.
...Elephant toothpaste.
Surely this town's handsomely paid crossing guards
-[yells] -whoop. Sorry, clem.
You're endangering the lives of public officials.
The punching is making things worse.
Reporting live high above an elementary school traffic jam
An actual budget.
And unsold mr. Burns funkos.
You little jerks.
[groans weakly]
I've been waiting for this my whole life.
No, you stop.
I thought you said badges were lame?
They became an army in search of an enemy.
Who wants to do good in the world.
No, I specifically said I'm not telling you how to do your job.
[rock guitar solo plays]
First, I get paid to be the timer
[wiggum] me would dare.
Haw-haw! Got your octagonal sign.
-So? -Those ingredients create
A job most americans consider as charming as it is pointless.
Nice job, squeaks.
"dismember quimby,"
Can bring order to this Monday morning mayhem.
-Defund us?! -[both yelp]
♪ and I've got a song to sing ♪
[grunting rhythmically]
I deserve your respect,
And does strange things to me.
My crossing guards and your cops
♪ all over this land ♪
♪ hey! ♪
[overlapping shouting]
Uh-oh.
Want to flood the streets with door-dashers,
And toyota.
And yellow-light speeder-uppers.