Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Heiress to the vast Vandertunt Publishing Fortune?

"Phil Mccracken."

All right. Give me a hint.

- Well, clearly. - Wha...?

but also gradually more berserker.

- Can I please... - Ray, take it easy, man.

Then do tell. What's a nice heiress like you

- Guard! - You assholes!

Reminds me... uh, reminds me of my cousin Eddie.

Because I'm going to drive it,

Lana: Thank you.

Look, I know you Cops have to check your weapons up front,

Yep. Patrolman Robert w. Stewart.

Here it is! Oh, my God.

Oh, it's hilari...

Unless you think Mr. Vandertunt

I'll tell you who's not having fun.

I'm not accustomed to being stood up,

Why did he... Wait a minute.

- Moot! - Wait. What?

Poovey: I was gonna say... ooh! Sprinklers! Nice!

Yeah. I mean, you're handcuffed to a pipe, so obviously.

and there's five of us and only one of you, so...

Aw, man, I'm gonna be sick too.

What the hell is going on here?