Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Gilligan had arrived, and the con was in full swing.
Unfortunately, he was unaware of the narcoleptic stripper confined within it.
- Sadly, Teamocil has been discontinued. - Oh.
Excuse me. Dr. Funky?
It's like, so far it's been all chain and no ball.
Let's take it from loose stool! One, two and a...
Yeah, but on the plus side, you got punched in the face.
Then you cover the floor with corn syrup, mixed with a little red dye.
Shh, shh, shh. I'm right where I want to be.
Yeah, but I think punctuality is slightly different from rhythm.
but if you're sure that you can't sleep.
Well, I wasn't going to, but he's my brother, and I'm here to support him...
- It's to find out where the money went. - You're no fun.
like all these, uh, hot men and Ira.
I don't do everything Dad says. He just happens to be right about this.
Real fun. Okay? Not everything is strippers and booze and buckets of blood.
good lord. it is sweltering in here.
Teamocil is no longer available.
- Marco! - Polo!
just relax. I'm as fun as anybody. I can handle a back room.