Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

...of a giant bust of George Washington Carver.
That's one of my wife's lunatic concoctions for staving off evil spirits.
Hey, champ. Get enough sleep last night?
Yes, Steve, the monocle! How does that feel?
Don't worry. I wasn't trying to kill you. I'm just a drunk driver.
Why do you need to go to a grocery store to research Carver?
It's working.
Creamy. No, no, that means nothing.
Look at the belt buckle on the Robin Hood peanut-butter label.
- Booby trap. - There's something inside.
- Oh, my God, I see it. I'm going in. - Finally.
- The Illuminutti? - That's who's chasing us.
Steve.
Okay. That checks out.
- Which one? - Five-X.
It's got his blood and all the names he considered for peanut butter.
Sorry. Just me again.
Curiouser and curiouser.
Sorry, it's been a really long night.
Let's see. They're putting their dad in a barrel...
Of course. Peanut butter is my favorite thing in the world.
And so the safety of our nation will forever be ensured.
- My baby. - My meth.
- What? That's impossible. - You made the switch. What happened?
And when they find it, they'll destroy it.
- Dad, don't do it. - Trust me, son.