Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[Mr. Fathead] Who's the cutest little baby Fathead?

[man] Look, there's one now!

You must have been busy.

I'm not a female anymore, Pop. I'm not a female anymore, Pop.

Don't know where they all came from.

At least you'll always stay the same.

clamoring for this show to come back,

- [screaming] - [frightened panting]

- Lugeberg. - Hi, Mr. B.

to save O-Town by bringing back The Fatheads.

♪ 2,002 boogers on the wall ♪

My favorite show with my favorite friends.

Gray Leader? Take down the house.

Anyhoo... [clears throat]

how is this a takey lish mit Garfield and ex boyfriends

with baby Fathead and his parents.

♪ I am Edward Bighead ♪

[gasps] Mr. Bighead, The Fatheads wasn't just a cartoon.

They have computers.

[chuckles] Take your seats, everyone!

Oh, hang on a second, folks.

That is not the right line.

Another shipment of mops.

It's time for our favorite show! [screams]

We love this country!

You're going with me.

this... this... this...

This is terrible!

I am taking the phone!

Heffer and I went gluten-free,

- [thunder rumbling] - No more games.

[man] Would you guys like an ice-cold pop?

There's no way you'll ever get me

I must be having a nightmare.

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How do you not notice these things?

[orchestral music playing]

Oh, that wind came out of the wrong end.

[The Fatheads theme music playing]

♪ An executive has the right To take long lunches ♪

Oh, just in time.

I don't think we're in the '90s anymore.

[cheering continues]

I knew a beaver was gonna kill me someday.

Say this isn't happening!

[Heffer] And what are you trying to say, Filburt?

You heard it here first, folks.

I've got morning breath.

Did you just lose

Now it's the time I sell Arthur freezy-pops.

Give it back, you fat bovine!

(Rocko Wallaby Rama screaming and shrieking loudly) (Rocko Wallaby Rama screaming and shrieking loudly)

Pillows, culturally ambiguous pillows, soft and fluffy.

and now I can't even watch The Fatheads again.

Well, my boy sends picture postcards to his dear mother.

- [alarm blaring] - [cuckoo clock chiming]

I promise I'll write.

[all screaming and grunting]

So then I said,

do some real soul-searching,

[sirens blaring]

This is a phone? But where are all the buttons?

- You guys should come along. - Neat!

Oh, my big, strong toad!

and I still go crazy for it!

[Heffer] Away we go!