Moog Pt. 1
Make Moog Take Glug Language Lessons
Moog Pt. 2
Make Moog Go Looking for Ultra Violence
Moog Pt. 3
Make Moog Do Laundry at the Brown House
Moog Pt. 4
Make Moog Go For a Bit of In-Out (x12)
Moog Pt. 5
Make Mr. Burns Host Erotic Masquerade Make Moog Invade Mr. Burns Mansion
Well-ee, well-ee, well well well. Moog here, back for one more night of Bananarama.
Bananarama? Wait, that sounds like something a stupid little kid would say.
I meant to say was Nogginy-Bogginy.
Geez, I better brush up on me gluggish slang.
I gotta sound authentico for my night of fisticuffery and the breaking of Leg-os.
Legos? Okay that’s not even the right episode. I better get to those lessons fast!
Hey Moe, what gives?
I got your clothes back, why am I still upright? Make with the beer!
Easy there, Chum-bo! I’ll see to your befuddle-tation toot-sweet!
An extra-tall glass of Moloko Plus!
The “plus” is grain alcohol and Claritin.
Another round for my–
Now that everything is copa-set and hunky-dor, I think I’ll head out for a night of rumble-scrap!
I've been ferreting for a set-to all night!
My gouging thumbs are all twitchy-wicket!
*sigh* Guess it’s just another night of tote-bag-snatchings, followed by the old sort and suds.
Perhaps this is a sign that I’m getting too old for fightin’ and fracki.
Well, this and the, uh, pee-pee trouble.
Wait a minute!
I know the abso-tive sure way to cure the glug blues...
A bit of the Ole In-Out!
Lookity-lookity! It’s Mr. Burnsy’s Manse. Having a little shindig, eh.
Ripe for a nice Home Invado! I’ve been craving a little pound and pilfer.
Welcome to my erotic masquerade. Will you be joining the orgy or just blocking the view?
Guess again, you moth-eaten Geez-O!
I’m here to cause a havoc and–-
Why are you naked except for that weird mask over your hush-hush stuff?
I’m only wearing a mask on my face.
Oh. So, that’s your actual...never mind!
Prepare to be clonked and burgled-–
I’m sorry, but that is really disturbing. Can one of the view blockers stand in front of the old guy?
Whoa! Is that hummies and peetie-bread. Oh man, I’m starved.
Why don’t you grab a plate, take your clothes off and join us?
If you don’t ruin my gala, I won’t have to set my dogs on you.
It’s a dealio. If I’d a known straight life was full of free chow and naked chippies, I woulda cleaned up anyos ago.
By the way, tonight’s orgy benefits adult illiteracy so get out your checkbook!
Yeah, that ain’t gonna happen.