Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

But Tina was the one that was trying out.
I designed a cheer stunt for his squad.
Was that a cheer? No.
I love you, my perfect little cheerleader baby!
Mom, Dad!
Uh, "Hey, idiot."
This is the regional finals!
Get off! Get off! Get off!
Whoa! Ah!
Lovebirds, hold on to your nests!
Yeah, I'm gonna get dirty.
That routine definitely computes.
Oh, my God, he's talking about a...
How about me? I'll do it.
some practice pom-poms. Oh, Gene,
She didn't say all that.
But who would do that? Who would do something like that?
I am not a suck up, and I don't play favorites with my kids.
Nope. So, that's also good.
We're gonna sink our hooks in you!
Sorry, Dad, I took it.
Who do you hate?
Wait, wait, wait. Where are you going with this?
So... as Tina's official interpreter,
for my other pom-pom, I borrowed your Rasta wig.
Red, get off! Ahh!
Be that way.
Still breaking in your cheer shorts.
I'll go make his cheese plate.
My pep is pooped.
Why would I cheer?
Hey, what the heck is that?
Still kind of miffed at Gene.