Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

The mayor had a secret tree auction last night.
All right, cow boy.
Thanks to Bueno for the pictures. How'd you sneak that camera in?
# When lightning struck it #
- Don't worry, honey. They're just firing beanbags. - Ow!
which, every year, steps on several lizards.
100,000 simoleons...
Sold to the rich Texan.
I like your attitude. Take what you need.
Not for a Phish concert, not even for Burning Man.
I'd like to visit a prisoner.
# To sea ##
Don't touch it! They can clone her from the spit.
There you go, little fish. Ohh.
I got my ways.
Our working theory is that the lightning exploded her.
Five, four, three, two, one.
I've had worse.
Oh, it's so decomposed.
Mom, Dad, there's something I have to do.
"Dear Lisa, you rock.
Jesse?
They made you a shrine.