Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

That's our cue, wuss.
Yeah, I'm here to take my... secret agent test.
- I gotta go. - Wait a minute!
Don't eyeball me, Samson. Drink it!
Let's cut right to the grate.
She's looking at me. What do I do?
Oh, you're good.
Sorry. Hey, what's H.E.L.P.eR. Gotten into?
Can I help you gentlemen?
What? You don't feel well now?
That's it, precious.
Don't worry, Brock.
You look like a big...
You're still allowed to do that much, right?
No!
Looks hard.
The nine millimeter Glock is standard issue to all agents in the field.
You didn't miss much.
Oh, don't be foolish.
Morning, all.
Charlene?
Wow. I bet if you put that under your pillow...
How 'bout you, Professor?
you're gonna eat lightning and crap thunder!
Well, gee, Dad...
Shall I follow her?
So, I guess this is good-bye.