Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Uh-uh. Not when it's entertainment.
for the kid there, Flash. I'll take Flash.
Oh. Yeah, I thought earlier you called me "sport," so...
at whatever the name of his restaurant is...
What the...?
Kidding. But he has a favor to ask you.
Nah, that was, that was a nickname
Yay! No, I won't.
Guess I'll have to make this grease last the whole season.
Ooh! It's a two-mascot race!
Dad!
He's just out of bullets.
Jesus?
Two decent, swarthy peas in a pod.
Hey, all right, that's enough of that.
Oh, Bobby. Oh, crap.
I'm sorry, Dad.
Smells like Angel. Angel
It was so nice of Torpedo to give us these seats
Oh. Uh, hi.
Ow!
For you, Torpedo, I'll make it happen.
Sweet baby blade foot.
Remember, you're an ambassador for our restaurant,
Why? It's not going anywhere.
No, I already got your tombstone picked out for ya.
I'm not interested in talking to you anymore.
You should be nervous.
Does that mean I shouldn't give Torpedo this grease?
Are you and Mom getting divorced?
Gene! I'm sure it was fine.
"If you try your hardest, you've already won.
What push? He pushed the Cotton Candy mascot
Go get 'em, Gene!
Is the roller coaster going to be okay?
By the time you grow up, they're dead.
"I'm squeezing lemon into your wound!"
Yes. The games are all rigged.
Not in this town.
How could you hit a baby?
Yay!
That's all right. I only wanted
Phe-Nom, is it possible
That's worth closing for, right?
I'm sure you gotta know someone. You do.