Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

but then we both fell over.

Yep. And we aren't going there to try to stop Gene

- Okay, can I go now? - No.

Okay. I didn't say anything, Teddy.

Wrong. Oh, wait. No, that's right.

And she never gets to exercise so she put on ten ghost pounds.

And I want to bring Alex his favorite drink,

God, you get so weird about roller-dancing.

Circles and math. The new kill team really is the perfect game.

I don't know, a psychopath?

I curse thee, Gene.

Can we count on you to be our replacement?

♪ How do I get you alone? ♪

Hey. Sorry about the other day.

- Friends? - Friends.

I'm a little confused.

But Dad, we're taking your advice and going to support Alex

Gene, are you sure you want to do this?

And also, my claps are weak. See?

Attaboy. There's got to be something

I mean, if you did catch me, it would be pretty cool,

- Huh. - Here. All the way back. And...

So, you want to roller-dance, instead of playing the game?

Ooh, gun glasses. Exciting.

-my arms with mainly calf muscles. -Huh.

Hi, how are you? Welcome.

I think it looks like a hoot. I want to play next round.

Never mind, u-uh, do your thing.

- Talking about diarrhea. - Cool.

- Nothing. - You don't deserve my brother.

Thank you. I'll be back tomorrow.

♪ If you're rollin' with me ♪

- She's walking so slow. - Yeah, ghost steps.

You know, my cousin's afraid of church bells.

Wait, wait, she's coming back again.

Hey, Mr. Burger.