Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

political, powerful, bold.
♪ Gotta catch up to my speed ♪
spray her with this juice, and she goes back
All right. All right. Game day, people.
go do you.
Oh, you know, I got you, Coach Hrbek.
♪ Swerve ♪
(sniffs) Oh, what's that smell?
That was my mistake!
Please. Always go spicy.
- No, guys, I-- - Who's Sheba?
I look at this and remember who you were in each moment.
that's never valued our natural hair.
Have a nice trip!
♪ You ain't gotta gas me up ♪
- Why? - Well, I--
- (grunts) - Devil.
why are you still in my science class?
LUNELLA: ♪ Yeah, I'm Magic! ♪
(upbeat music playing)
Let's see those robots!
- You do? - Sure.
{\an8}My calculating and cornrowed seventh-grader--
{\an8}- Roxy. - Whack.
(kettle whistling)
- Just hair?! - Ugh, not...
Yeah, you did.
(choir vocalizing)
And remember, Lunella, if you want your hair
(sighs) I know, Devil!
♪ Workin' non-stop ♪
♪ Yeah, I have arrived ♪
(gasps)
Hey, what's this?
I miss you, too, Lunella.
- (growling) - The Hair Lair?
Okay, chica.