Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Daddy. Did you hear that, Daddy?
- Yes? - Turlington, spa detective.
Well, we might be able to work something out, if you're willing to do something for me.
You may have kept your hair, but you lost your son.
[Steve] I'm almost to Mom, sucka. I can already smell the Chimdale salt flats.
Um, no.
You don't have time for the best barbecue ribs in the state?
That's fine. I just thought you might want to...
Boo WEDON’TNEEDCHILDISH DADUTTP GETS ARRESTED
Oh. Dad's home.
Whoa, whoa. Are we talking 'cue right now?
Dad, l-I don't understand. Why do you wear a wig?
I don't think so, Dad, 'cause I've got something you don't.
- Who's the big Nickelback fan? - Guilty!
I'm finally part of the group. Don't ruin this for me.
And the best ribs in the state are at Way Crazy's in Langley Falls.
- Wait. Mom doesn't even know? - Of course not. No one does.
Oh. Forgot my locker key.
Look what we got here. Dora the Explorer. A puffy unicorn.
It would have been nice if you let me finish.
Look, Frannie. I know you're hurting.
Steve: And the Oscar goes to... someone else!
Being trapped in this room is stressing me out.
I'm an alcoholic. I have a problem. I'm just not ready to deal with it yet.
He's right. How are we gonna get past Turlington?