Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Ah, Smurf sent me. She, uh... she needs you home right away, man.
Come on, honey. Why don't you help me with the food trays?
I'm serious.
Shit. Fine.
- Oh! - Go, J!
Just toss me a bone, man. Smurf doesn't have to know.
Yeah.
They need a car for the thing.
She saw it in, um, the supermarket.
- Go outside. We need to work. - Okay, what can I do?
You know what I mean. I can take Lena with.
- No! - She knows.
I promise.
I'm sorry.
The kid is in until I say he isn't.
If we had taken you to a doctor,
I just tripped on my front walk.
We're not those people, Baz. We're not.
Tell Daddy what?
It looks like a bad clown.
I would call, but I-I didn't wanna...
Pretty tough on me with Smurf.
It's me. Turn on channel 2.
Oh, we dropped him at his girlfriend's.
You need to go down south.
Piece of shit.
You tell Smurf?
Like a dipshit, he runs in there.
Get back!