Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Flying through the midnight sky

but then I did something actually crazy

Just ask my stepbrother Glarn.

Well, I hate to say this

and he's going to read an original poem.

Eh... wait, that did not sound right.

"Wherever you go, you're in jail."

and ironically, thunder.

My getting up there and reading one this evening

Welcome to the Death Cliff Prison and Museum.

- It's actually really beautiful. - Stop talking. Let's move.

I can't hear leaves. I have leaf deafness.

It sounded like poetry to me.

Let me just show you guys this one amazing thing,

Good, I'd feel waffle if you didn't.

Well, time for me to do

We're not leaving.

my friend Cheesecake and I snuck off on our own...

Wolf, should you maybe use your cell phone to call Mr. Golovkin?

- What's that one? - Dark-eyed junco.

But what a way to go, huh?

One group with me, one with Chelery's fathers,

Does everyone have their worksheets?

And-and, yes, I mistakenly blurted out a half-truth,

I think reading off a menu is more the level

More like a "fun-perone," young lady.

and then your arms fall off,

Fine, but you have to admit,

to the bank where you take on a second mortgage.

Beyond that is a whole wing of the prison

Beedly-beedly-boop. Listen up to your tour guide.

and came in fifth place.

- You really write poetry? - Well, I've dabbled.

My attitude sucks, but I brought a sandwich.

I remember Cheesecake sat in that chair

Moon and I met a lady in the forest.

they blanket the ground with the warm thrum of life.

We're about to go on a special little "off the books" tour

Might bring some knowledge home. ♪

Cheesecake was looking for a bathroom,

and text it to my brother, so that he'll feel guilty

- You guys have your passes? - What passes?

Wolf, what are you talking about?

Flying atop a bird with a poetess?