Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Give it to her.

♪ Yummy in the evening And under the moon ♪

Chef Boyardee and Sea-Monkey Guy,

Change the boxes and get 'em on the trucks.

{\an8}♪ Those the names ... ♪

- Oh! And look who's here. - Good morning, Thurl.

We do indeed. We are so blessed. They're great. Just gr-r-reat!

What's he doing?

That's not bad.

Mr. von Braunhut, where were you in the early 1940s?

I got the boys working on the Jackie O thing.

{\an8}♪ I can’t keep myself together When the heat is hot... ♪

{\an8}I wouldn't eat anything that company makes.

Here. Try this.

Sorry I'm late. They had me come through the back like a plumber.

That Carvel does a pretty good twist.

Speaking of tightening, is that the Taft candy suit?

[reporters clamoring]

{\an8}I give you Kellogg's first-ever taste pilots.

{\an8}[crew laughing]

Or bra, booby restraining apparatus.

Another minute,

That is not gonna work. If we're gonna beat Post,

What'd you just say?

- [Mike] Quick question. - [gasps]

- [Eric] Go to hell. - [gasps]

[pensive music playing]

- [dramatic sting] - [gasps]

♪You're just too good to be true

- ♪ Ave dominus ♪ - [sobbing]

Forget the toaster. We'll do it raw.

Shut up, Herman.

It's not anything if you don't certify it. Give me that stamper.

Great. Thank you.

Well, it's a mismatch of the focusing elements in the eye.

♪ ...plena ♪

But I built this new Sting-Ray bike

[cheerful music playing]

[footsteps receding rapidly]

That's my research.

- That's not actually true. - Why not?

[mascots clamoring]

that it was gonna take weeks to sort out.

Clearly, it's a fructiferous goo.

All right. But make it quick.

- [squealing] - [George] Mom, did you see that?

Kellogg's, guys. Come on.

[whirring and clicking]

Why are they smiling over there? They're losing everything.

[sniffs, groans]

[coils buzzing]

They roll it out like Poppin' Fresh dough.

- Soft-serve ice cream genius, Tom Carvel. - [crowd cheering]

It's the prize inside, Mrs. Schwinn.

Or I could just hire Poop, Slap, and Smile,

Doesn't that make it sexier?

Post and Kellogg's fought tooth and tongue to win.

Yes. My special white powder gets a grip on you, no?

- Girls love guys that can do the twist. - Why?

- All right, then. Then there we have it. - Yes.

♪ And nothing ever had a season, uh-uh ♪

I mean, the choice is yours.

has reportedly invented a shelf-stable, heatable fruit pastry breakfast product.

[suit pops, whistles]

- El Sucre, sugar is why we came. - [El Sucre] Yes, it is why everyone comes.

- Get back! - [mascot grunting]

Those are all pretty strong. There's one clear winner.

[mascot 1] We belong together!

And we are currently developing a product that doesn't need milk.

[Bob] Okay, Steve, showtime.

Sorry for my French.

Milk and cereal.

Time to give those trench-footed fur balls a poodle cut.

That's the line we've been looking for. Let's go again.

I believe my contract is clear.

"Ask not." What could be clearer? It's two words. It means don't ask.

- [clatters] - [boy] Ow!

or you're not gonna have a breakfast anymore!

♪ When I die and they lay me to rest ♪

♪ Oh, give me that sweet morning ♪

[mascots] There is no lab, there was no lab!

- Don't do it, Bob. - You don't have the training.

When a man gives the last full-serving suggestion of himself,

- Roger. - Glad I left the car running.

Nice to meet you, Bob. Looks like you got a winner here.

{\an8}♪ Please... ♪

- That is not what it means. - I have reason to believe otherwise.

Mr. Carvel, your voice is so famously unappetizing.

Well, I don't know. That fruity gravel of yours made quite a splash.

You don't really think you're actually going to the moon, do you, really?

- Well, the pentagram was taken, Johnny. - [audience laughs]

- I need a pants chug! Whoo! - [clinking]

a million-dollar business was born.

and it blew the back of my head right off.

It's fun. Zippy. Let's go with that.

Hello, everyone.

They're gonna go up, they're gonna come down.

[brooding music playing]

- [all applauding] - Thurl, you did it again.

Your 15 minutes is up, Cabana.

I like your patchy mustache.

She chose the book.

- Oy vey. - [intercom buzzes]