Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Come in, Dad. - Uh, I'm pretty sure he's dead, little girl.

- Time out! - Oh, I don't think he can get up.

That's right, Brad and Neil.

Oh, it's, uh, soaring majestically, sir.

into one handy, mouth-size bar.

Homer, you're the world's greatest hero.

- Let's egg him! - [All] Yeah!

Boy, I'm feeling this. Ow.

Remember our agreement. He can't fail.

[Lovejoy] Oh, just play the damn game, Ned.

Doctors say he may not have the mega-nutrients needed to stave off death.

Do you owe it all to Powersauce?

jackson your nanna used to have hurtarow hands yes she did! she used to grab three babies faces at the fun fair and she'd call it a hurtarow yes she did and she made sure he hurtarow hands were back in business!

Well, my son does. And I'm not gonna let him down.

- I surrender. - Not so fast.

Homer, stop insulting us and eat your filth. Food. I mean food.

We've come up with a killer promotion for Powersauce bars.

- [Homer] Ooh. Still plenty of parking. - [Children Chattering]

[Groans] Air's getting thin.

We borrowed that jar from your table.

Wow. Look how far I climbed.

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Here. Have a Powersauce bar. It's on the house.