Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[holds breath]
- I can't see a damn thing. - It's the best we have right now.
{\an8}And from IBM, the smartest machine ever made,
He's a very important man. They call him El Sucre.
I wanna go home.
- [exploding] - [all scream]
Well, the show's over.
I wanted to send my kids to college.
[Thurl] I soar on the wings of eagles.
Proceed with caution. Fruit filling may be hot.
Morning, Mr. Kellogg.
I have fishy food for you.
- [mascot grunts] - [horn toots]
It's feral.
[Bob] For the love of God!
Then the priest says, "Really? She was when I knew her."
Transportable, possibly heatable.
What?
- They're phasing us out. - Indeed they are, good Crackle.
Did it coagulate? [snapping fingers] Come on.
They got LaLanne?
- [body thuds on ground] - [mascot 2] No!
How did it get this far?
Goes away but always comes back for more.
♪ When I die and they lay me to rest ♪
- Do it. - Veto.
No. It's me, Chuck.
How about this beautiful house?
The chimps are smarter.
Correct. Worthless. Yet the little ones send me their allowance money.
I'm switching to manual. Gonna open her up a little.
[snaps fingers]
It's gone. What have you done with him, you noodle-sucking garlic knot?
Much like the missus.
Ah, my Kellogg's friends. Please.
[mascots yelling]
Only I can be derivative.
Yeah, if you don't mind the bad grout job.
♪ At long last, love has arrived ♪
- Did you ask me what I could do for you? - Well--
Butchie, Cathy, what are you guys doing here?
[music ends]
I like your hairdo. You look like a telephone.
[bike bell ringing]
They're stacking the deck with ringers.
♪ Ah, you're looking good... ♪
Call me the second you do.
- He'd like that. - Yeah.
...
With no packet at all, for those who dare.
[Edsel] Mmm.
When you're dealing with garbage, you have to let go of conventional expectation.
- [faint tapping] - [gasps]
What to do?
when a hot, sweet rectangle popped on the scene,
- The important thing is the name. - The name.
[dings]
[clears throat]
[wondrous music playing]
[Bob] Like everything else in the cereal world,
without the authorization of the owner or other licensees.
- [grunts] - [body thuds on floor]
where, according to those who served under him,
captures images of a printed page when you smoosh it.
[paper rustling]
{\an8}Fruit flabby... **** fritters, whatever the **** they're called.
- Oh. Because-- - Lots of people have it and don't realize.
It was all they had for me. It was Taft's.
[mic feedback]
[chalk scribbling]
Send both security guards.
Well, maybe you'd like to find out.
[epic music continues]
They show you so many samples, you make yourself crazy.
attacking their own company over a new product.
Everybody makes the same thing. Coke and Pepsi. Ford and Chevy.
Do you know what they call us from up there?
[Bob] Not only was I able to send my kids to a multi-hundred-dollar college...
[cowbell clanging]
Kind of in a weird mood now.
by FDA rep Mr. Mike Puntz.
What?
[crew cheering and applauding]
[crew laughing]
Shelf-stable.
[truck revving]
- Take it easy. - I'll drown your grandmother!
Trat Pop.
No! No!
[gentle music playing]
Hey.
- You done real good. - I can't believe he's still doing the act.
goes nowhere without those talented mascots.
{\an8}♪ Please ♪
♪ Ave ♪
[whirs, dings]
- [Butchie screaming] - The butt machine got Butchie!
Bobby Kennedy cracks down on organized milk.
Unless you can't get enough. Pack your bags.
They were already burning due to the aforementioned blonde in the sequin dress.
[mascot] Go! Go, little elf! Go!
♪ I'm gonna go to the place That's the best ♪
These things are the greatest two rectangles since the Ten Commandments.
♪ I wanna hold you so much ♪
- I'm on the phone, Bob. - Huh.
The ones. The ones who come, it's for the goo.
it is the 1963 Bowl and Spoon Awards,
- And everyone at the company was happy. - [gavel banging]
[mascots] Boo!
[music ends]