Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Our hamster slide‐‐ you touched our hamster slide
Kids, you know you can't leave this thing here forever, right?
Hey, it's their one free concert night.
(singsongy): Symphony!
Are they having a... dance‐off?
A distinct odor?
like a boy whose butt is possessed.
LINDA: Gotcha. I love yous.
and we said "bathroom buddies" and high‐fived?
Wait, you're going now?
That's a girl.
(bad British accent): Hello, pardon me, good man,
Okay, Gene probably gave me worms.
fresh off the pot and got worms on my tot!
Just give me some space, Wonder Wormon.
Um, it's a hamster slide, obviously.
Sorry. I mean, poor Gene.
You think he put his bare butt on it?
Mom, can you tape the spaghetti spoon to my mitten, please?
I'm... gonna go.
(gasps) Oh, no.
And I think I pulled my boob muscle.
I still don't understand why we're doing this at all.
It's a hamster slide.
(singsongy): Louise?
I may have been playing Bottomless Businessman
Uh‐huh. Also, maybe, uh, we should think about
But they turned out pretty good.
♪ Oh, I'm a bad, bad mom, and it was my favorite job ♪
- Oh, calm down, Tina. - You calm down.
Oh, my God, uh, forget the hamster slide.
God, what are my worms gonna make me do?
- BOB AND LINDA: Oh, Gene! - TINA AND LOUISE: Gene!
- Uh‐huh. Uh‐huh. - Aah!
What about the fact that we work in a restaurant?
It's not "cabooses," it's "cabeese."
He has all the signs, Mom‐‐
You're trapped, Louise. There's nowhere to run.
Gene, you're grounded.
- What? - It's real!
Not‐not that you're a bad mom