Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Ooh! I promise I'll never leave again.
Stinkbomb D. Basset,
[tire screech]
‐ [sighs] I'm sorry, Brain.
‐ And you were gonna do the same to us?
to break into NSA headquarters.
‐ Let's do it, Mini Moccasins!
[cluck]
[tape hissing]
Isn't that right, Roberta?
[cart humming]
[gasping]
‐ Well, they say one man's man
[tire screech]
[typing]
No! Not because I'm bad at it.
♪ ominous music playing ♪
Hm... Whoa!
Let's go! [grunts]
Ooh! Goodness, you've gotten so big!
‐ Five years!?
I just need to find a way to break into their headquarters
Are you pondering what I'm pondering?
♪ triumphant music playing ♪
[rattling]
GRUBB: Yes. I made him into this coat. Quite cozy.
♪ upbeat music playing ♪
[laughing]
[smash]
Super‐fans of my indoor gardening blog?
Woohoo!
‐ "So, the hunter stared angrily
[yelling, grunting]
[evil chuckling]
Are you spies? Journalists?
‐ [nasally]: L‐l‐let go of my nose?
[beeping]
Law offices of Lobster and Lobster, Yakko speaking.
We have no time to lose.
This is my associate, Pinky.
[woozy groaning, grunt]