Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Well, Roger, it's good to have you back.
...and I'm hypoglycemic.
I didn't fall in love with Mr. Pibb. I fell in love with you, Francine.
Thanks. I already have a kid doing that...
...it can be hard to break free from an abusive relationship.
Hey, Mom, want to help me build a birdhouse out of Popsicle sticks?
Oh, soon, my sweets.
...who are looking to get the most out of life...
You don't know him.
I can't believe we stole a car.
All is lost. Okay, that was fun.
I like to be in America... Panorama, comin’ through. Panorama, comin’ at ya.
- What? - What?
You can talk? But you're an alien.
I'll just clean up, then. I know you like a tidy house.
Roger, we better get going if you wanna meet your parents at Space Cocoa's.
...in the pursuit of signatures to save Mr. Pibb for generations to come.
No, no, no. That's him.
Guess what we're doing right now, this second.
Because you're not my alien.
- What's wrong with you? - I'm dying, Henry.
It was my fault. I disobeyed captain's orders and jeopardized the mission.
He thought I was as interesting
Don't panic. We'll start a grassroots campaign to save Mr. Pibb.
- You are so cool. - It's about time someone noticed.