Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Yes, we are starting a Lucha-Libre-Robotics Club.

Are you guys starting some sort of

[quirky musical flourish]

- Ooh, I wonder how they'll top "Chupacabra 3."

[train tires screech] [both yelp]

Tía's playing the field.

I better get back to the mercado.

- Aww, she misses her mama!

[quirky musical flourish]

- She's not here, remember? You guys quit.

- Hang tight, sweetie. I'll go get my tweezers.

- [screams] - [screams]

The most important thing right now

- I'm worried about you, mija.

(Bobby screaming and shrieking) Ahh, Mom, the pain! Caboose on my caboose! (Carl trying to fall down, the toy train tooting its horn and shaking a toy train stuck to his butt)

- Thanks, Mom. And thanks, everyone.

Let's do it! - Uh, a little help?

The clinic is thriving.

- Banana. I was gonna say banana.

- So let's go to Robotics Club.

- Don't worry about it. We can take them.

- If you're thinking of trying Lucha Libre,

all: Casagrandes! - ♪ Mucha risa ♪

here a whopper whoa

- [gasps] But we only have seven hours left.

- No, I can make this work.

- I really don't care what we do,

- Oh, my gosh, yes!

It burns. It burns!

Boo! [angry chatter]

I'm going to make a new dog dish for Lalo.

Or maybe 60. [laughs sheepishly]

Stop! Listen up.

- Ronnie Anne? - Boo!

♪ A dog, a parrot, amigos ♪

- Hey, guys. [laughs sheepishly]