Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Whoa... - Damn.
Sasha, the plastic?
You act like one when you're with Jimmy.
- I want to not be near oysters. - I'll take, uh,
Dog!
- Uh-huh. - It's weird not having Jimmy around.
You know what? I don't have any more time for this.
Oh yeah, that. It's the same blob.
- Are they buying it? - Yeah.
It's getting eaten up.
I miss the dumpling house days.
But I feel bad for a lot of other people before him.
Uh... Oh. Wait. Uh, oh...
He texted "Bob's dumb."
go to the store, buy some more bleach,
Boss said if that plankton doesn't go away
Not to mention a, um, um...
He's already feeling a little poopy about everyone pooping
Hi, Trev.
Jimmy Pesto making fun of Bob so Trev stops high-fiving him.
- It's like a... a reflex. - It's okay.
Time for you kids to leave.
Shoo, you dumb birds. Don't eat the bleach.
No. We have to keep their bleach boat away from the plankton.
- Can I play? - I-It's not really a game, it's just...
Uh, come back to me.
I'm a new member at Crestglen Yacht Club.
Spread out. Make a line.
Come on. Let's Pied Piper this sucker.
Our president is too busy with regatta preparations to talk to kids.
Technically, a reverse Pied Piper.
I just have to yacht-splain a few things and we'll be good.
I'm sure you got the club-wide bulletin?