Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Tenant clump un-clumped.

He's not our friend, Lin, he's our landlord.

You want the high ground in a balloon fight.

Take it. I-I don't really want it.

Nickadults! 25 years old!

We've got superior firepower.

because I have sleep apnea, and sleep fartnea.

Okay, ready for launch. This is it.

He's over there! Get him!

I was born careful.

No, but don't touch me.

and get them back together.

Well, let's call that a tie. How about this?

Don't walk away.

if he goes ahead with this rent hike,

as the kind of landlord you could pal around with.

Which is ironic, 'cause they're not allowed in my store.

I'm gonna... put the mojito down.

but we can still turn this around.

Where are they taking them?

Now it's every honky for himself.

I'll try to keep this briefs.

Damn, J-Ju. We're out of balloons

I'm just gonna get a few little shrunken pickles.

Son of a bitch!

Well, wait, uh, you don't want to win half off your rent?

It's not safe here.

Come on, kids. Throw it at Bob.

The bazonga bazooka... use it.

Son of a bitch!

Um, to, uh... to...

You look like an ant from here!