Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

He died in office. He overheated.

You're mature and thoughtful and smart and stuff.

Well, let's see. Uh...

Roy Fletcher. Present.

Well, not quite yet.

Toby's too young to hold office. Legally.

So, you'll write something that actually contributed

from holding a city council seat here in Lone Moose.

I don't have to deal with Marcus anymore.

His fedora collection took up the entire bathroom.

I've always felt like I have two pretty great parents,

♪ Keeping anything that I find... ♪

Uh-uh, uh-uh. No way. No, no, no, no.

From playing my recorder so well.

This map of Lone Moose from before we got the car wash?

And I might treat myself to a tiny little bottle of shampoo.

Gwen Jorgenson. Present.

I love you, Moon.

Toby the Eagle got your mitten.

But what about Moon? He really needs me in there.

and stay for the wrap-up song?

After a couple failed campaigns,

you can fill out a request form and, again,

All mine, baby!

- He got my mitten! Stay calm.

Well, I'm not taking this lying down.

Sister Aloysius?

That's fun to say.

Uh, no, Ham, it doesn't come like that.

At the dance studio in Death Cliff.

And, honestly, I'm kind of glad

♪ I can feel something inside me say ♪

they want to have a beer with.

I saw my mitten in the nest outside.

Oh. "Boomfunk!"

The zoning board shut down her kite-flying camp