Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[sarcastically] Yay.

♪ Cool Jerk... ♪

- ♪ Goin' up to the spirit in the sky ♪ - ♪ Spirit in the sky ♪

and you wouldn't be smelling anything right now.

I pay the goddamn bills.

- [mascot 1] Don't let me go! - [mascot 2] I'll never let you go!

[music crescendoes, ends]

to get each other's attention.

- Maybe we built these cereal companies... - Inherited.

and, our old friend, buttock rashes.

{\an8}ultimately building a lasting monument to feminism,

- Appreciate it. - [El Sucre] Yes.

You Kellogg's people.

[exhales sharply, gulps]

They made me walk the aisle.

{\an8}- What's with all the air? - [audience applauding]

{\an8}♪ Not some top chef hot shot lady ♪

I can't believe I'm saying this,

[Stan] Clean, paper bands on the toilet seat.

Welcome to Friendly Farms, Mr. Cabana,

[smooth jazz music playing]

- It's a sham. - It's a good show.

His own goddamn milk carton.

[sinister music playing]

- Time to sog, 14 seconds. - Ouch.

The first letter of each word.

{\an8}We literally have one job.

- I don't miss it. - You're not supposed to miss it.

that those hacks over at Post are now working with the goddamn Ruskies.

and pretty much the whole culture.

Well, I have a suggestion for you. How about filling up the box?

[Thurl] I love you all. You're all very special.

- Have a good day, Mr. Cabana. - Yeah. You... you too.

So how close are we to an edible prototype?

He wants badly know, how hold up deal on your end?

{\an8}- [orchestral fanfare playing] - [all cheering]

[Mr. Kellogg] Oh, Madame Cereal.

[music intensifies, ends]

alone in the dark, sharing a single foil wrapper.

You're the experts. But, uh, well, let's get started.

Now we know, and that is bad!

[Bob] Yeah, it's a focus puller.

- You know, we built that city right there. - Inherited.

♪ Do you remember when things... ♪

A product called

Sure. Why not? I could use a bowl.

So, what do you think?

Daddy bought himself a WHEE-LO.

♪ Wooly bully ♪

- You made that? Where did it go? - Eh--

I think you heard me.

- A lot of tension. - [sighs]

{\an8}♪ But somehow it wasn't ever enough... ♪

- ♪ That's where I'm gonna go when I die ♪ - ♪ When I die ♪

You've got your name right there.

♪ Watch it now, watch it... ♪

But when a ranch hand

they too are developing some sort of toastable whoosie-whatsis.

- But they can handle a toaster. - A toaster.

[kids clamoring]

Isn't this overkill? Bunkers and space suits?

[body thuds on ground]

You wanna know the real story?

- Oh yeah? Look at this. - What is that?

[Thurl] What do we want?

That's gonna sell.

[Bob] El Sucre, so good to see you again.

- They put the Sea-Monkeys inside. - I said strawberries, you fool.

[typewriter thuds on floor]

And battle they did.

Mussolini? Come on, Bob. Lighten up. We won the night.

And maybe they can't handle an oven.

[whispering] Shut up.

[intriguing music playing]

[inhales deeply]

So you had better fight like hell,

Whatever it takes. Whatever you need.

Yeah, I'm kind of in the doghouse since you-know-who sang "Happy Birthday" to me.

Saturday morning cartoons, I want Deputy Dawg and Snagglepuss.

Also available with a naughty hint of chocolat, Jelle Jolie Noir.

And thanks to Ernie Keebler for providing the Fudge Stripes.

Maybe, if I offer him something valuable in return.

and you, Mr. Cabana,

- [Bob] Hmm. - Look, there.

[Ludwin coughs]

There's just a small amount of petroleum in this version.

- Mom! Dad! - Come on, George. It's time to go home.

I love this guy.

"Please, no more." And "Where did my parents go?"

[Thurl] I regret that.

It's stale Rice Krispies and melted marshmallows.

leads him to the bedroom

[gasps, groans]

Don't go over there. It's gross.

Snap, Crackle, and Pop, our mission here is to stop the certification. Hunt Puntz.

Pebbles. Fruity Pebbles.

What are you afraid of?

- [ad man] Hmm. - [Stan] Hmm.

We gave each other the power

El Sucre, we want to significantly increase our monthly sugar.