Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

All racers, please report to the start immediately.
Tonight, man!
Don't blame me for your broken arm.
you hang around here, you hang out with Daggers.
Will you let me in the door? Hey, driver!
- We're covered for the summer. - That's right.
Where have you been? It's late.
You like games, right, Valley Boy?
It's just an aggressive style of skating.
That's seven-ply...
- Come on. Hurry up. - I'm coming.
Gnarly.
Yeah. I'm coming! I'm coming, all right?
Come on. I got that pool competition in four hours.
She's blonde
I heard you had a little accident yesterday.
- You want my opinion? - That's right.
Hey, I said seventy-five cents.
- Come on, man. - Come on!
Hey. Hey, Engledork... out of the car, huh?
- Hi. - I need to talk to Chrissy.
it's time for the Thrash Bash.
- How's the ramp, you guys? - Yeah. Come down here!
She's on her way back to Indiana.
There's that backside carve. Here it is.
Oh, yeah? Well, after the L.A. Massacre...
You know, he's going to make two bucks...
Hey, there's Corey.
Don't worry.
That's my brother.
Coming through!
Tommy, why isn't Velvet taking me to the bus station?
Where am I supposed to put all this stuff, anyway?
Hey, man, I want money for my ramp!
Nah. You're OK.
I'm classy. I swear. I know him.
Still a little rough, but what do you think?
Come on. Hurry up.
BE THERE!
Well, if my shop teacher saw me doing this...
Yeah, well, I hope the mountain doesn't waste them.
But you had to go up against my brother...
Gargantua, please. Don't touch my Elvis.
At this reading, it looks like any of our finalists...
You send Mom a picture...
Yeah! Come on. Come on!
I can see traffic starting to back up...
You think it's a little late for that now, Chrissy?
She's black
- Don't be afraid, all right? - I'm not afraid.
Well, Chrissy's busy, man, and, uh...
and we're just moments away...