Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-(GENE GROANS) -Noah: Hello, fat boy.

No. I'm not letting them throw you in the tar pit, Grandma.

DINOSAUR 2: Uh, excuse me.

(TRIBAL MUSIC PLAYING)

there's nothing really forcing us to hurl Mother, is there?

Come on. Come on.

We should go to sleep.

You must be beating those girls off with a stick.

Hey, I've lived a long life. I've earned this.

Thank you, sir.

-Yeah, we do. -Sinclair, in here now!

Yes! Cool! Excellent!

...oh, 72nd birthday, shall be hurled into a tar pit.

for this birthday dinner. "Goodbye," "Good luck,"

NARRATOR ON TV: Hilarious Hijinks with that talking caveman,

Twelve hours and she's out of your life forever.

And so that this tradition remains holy and solemn,

-(INDISTINCT CHATTER) -(ALL APPLAUD)

But you know what I'm curious about?

"It is good here at camp. The food is good.

You know, Robbie, your grandmother's been looking forward to this day

baby sinclair gets his revenge on his dad

Genuine mother-in-law pterodactyl-skin hurling gloves!

He could stick his head in the water,

and you, well, you're a puny nothing.

She went into the tar a happy dinosaur, hurled by a professional.

endangering my brethren, and making us late for everything.

Not the Brain! , Not the Brain!

Now, I think you should think about this long and hard.

Isn't throwing Grandma off a cliff just a waste of a perfectly good old lady?

And this is when you visited me at camp.

Hey, there’s my little fella, want to give mommy a kiss