Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

working on my very successful, very popular spacecast.

Basically, we're talking about psychological space.

[Bryce] Come on, my boy, let's locate your lantern head

it's like living in a tiny apartment with just enough room for you

Or this one? Or this one? Or this one? What's going on?

That's a good one, David. I get it. You gave me nothing.

Damn it, she's melting down.

I ate one slice and it dawned on me that the solution to my problems

-Yeah, shut up, tart baker! -I'm not a tart baker.

You think I could borrow some lantern-head oil?

♪ Pie Messiah ♪

Well, go ahead and try.

It's just something I like to do for many hours of the day.

♪ Then I'm not sure what will happen ♪

Good morning, Clancy. Which universe will you choose today?

Thank you, good man.

Who dares trespass upon my dirty land?

I completely forgot you were still over there.

[groans] What about this one? Or this one?

My name's Clancy and I think my simulator--

Ah, yes, you'll get two chariots when you ascend to the spirit plane, for sure.

[laughing] This horn will cover the cost of three new simulators.

[wings buzzing]

-Wobble time. -[Clancy] Okay.

Get your mother... Hey!

[computer] ...can eat their own eyes.

-How do I say it? It's like I just "was." -Oops.

May I suggest meeting my friend David?

-♪ Pie Messiah ♪ -[grunting]

[stuttering] I can see your eyes.