Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Ciao, Gene Belcher.

Excuse me while I sky kiss this guy.

Hey, are you gonna be at lunch today?

Hildy? It's Gene. Are you in there?

Louise? I'll make it work.

Bye. See you at lunch.

Hey there, Teddy. Nice boom box.

He wanted me to give them to you.

Oh, my God. Get it through your thick, round skull, Rudy!

Just, yeah. Don't be late, and brush your teeth.

- I'm gonna hide behind this napkin. - Hey, Louise.

Wait, what are you saying, Tina?

Rudy might as well like a box of packing peanuts.

What's Tina even doing? Combing her boobs?

He's the slowest runner in the world!

It's romantic and dangerous,

But not in this class.

I'm selling bouquets for a buck each... who's in?

Oh, my God, Rudy's gonna give me Love Weeds

[Shouting Continues]

- Really? - You think I'm not gonna

and bring Martin in here.

I'm having boy troubles.

I just have to find a way to get him

You're not Hildy.

Get it? I'm kidding, she died.

Joint poops! Gotta get to the Bathroom!

Right, right. I-I got it.

so, I wanted to take some classes.

♪ Stupid Cupid, you're a real mean guy ♪

- CLASS: Wow! Whoa! - TAMMY: What?

No! Don't do it!

Bark bark! Bark bark! BARK BARK! BARK BAK! Certainly. I'll just get that now. Yechh! Wet menu! Blegh! Ooh!

and learn how to dance?

You're never gonna get over this

I thought you came here from Jimmy Pesto's.

Rudy is like the slowest runner in our grade.

I don't know what you're saying,

I have some in my locker if we can't find any here.

the whites of your eyes are bright,

(stomach grumbles): Oh, my stomach.

Huh. Love, it looks like you can't be stopped.

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