Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

We'll be clowns!
You're a tiger!
All right, Tony.
- I thought we looked cool. - Yeah. We look very solid.
- Come on. - I would love to, man.
I'm gonna call Karl.
And he's the original birthday king of Rancho Cucamonga,
- Yes. - I'll admit that.
- We wanted to hurt you. - Y'all could have killed that kid,
and we go smoke weed about it
- Hang on. Shh for a second. - I always knew I'd be famous.
To give my girl a proper home!
Cookie! Smash!
Yeah. At least...
No, no, no, no, what do you mean
We are going to fight
We fight a cobra!
- I'm good. - Okay, no bop-pops.
What if we just TaskRabbit a job ourselves?
We don't need to do your stupid thing 'cause we're livin' Miata life.
but it's cool that, like, parents and, like, dumb kids,
The genie in the lamp granted your first wish.
- Yup. - It's natural, man.
Oh, no. That is not a known rule.
Thanks.
No. No, no, no.
We are the birthday party clowns.
- Wesley Snipes! - Whoa, whoa, whoa!
No. Those are hammer pants, dude.
- Boobs and booze. - That's boo... Boobs and booze, man!
- $150? - Yeah.
- Yeah. - Yes! Yes!
Tomahawk slam dunk starting now. Go!
- I mean, I love that idea. - Right?
New Clowns on the Block!
That-he same exact song he did earlier.
TK, you can have this one, playboy.
Clowns don't dunk. That's like a known rule.
- Oh, got a bid on the TaskRabbit. - Oh, are you kiddin' me?