Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Who would you rather be President?
‐ Of course.
how are you gonna break it to my parents?
[slow triumphant music]
‐ I'm not my father. And I'm wearing a cup.
‐ [gasps] He's never called me
for Shane's wife.
♪ Boo, boo, boo, boo ♪
She would be devastated.
‐ Whoo! We tied! We tied!
‐ Yeah, you're definitely onto something.
by your own hair at midnight!
Riddle us another one, Jammie.
‐ Threaten us, Daddy!
‐ Of course, but don't call me coach.
Gah!
‐ Somebody better change street sweeping to Tuesdays,
[all cheer]
‐ Ugh, we're trapped. It's a dead end.
dumped down my back does feel good.
These are clearly the scrawls of a psycho.
How ya ma's, good?
What has 22 little legs, orange slices,
‐ [quickly] Okay, Kimberly. You've inspired us.
‐ What? A woman can't be good at haiku?
‐ [gasp] It's happening!
but you're a friggin' badass.
I love being small.
‐ He's yelling. Look at my foot!
‐ We're down by one, Duncan. Got something to rile me up?
I mean, we're here. ‐ Annie,
‐ Now remember our motto: W‐I‐N.
‐ The traffic's all folding in on itself.
which means I get to be head coach
‐ Please, anybody, help!
[whistle blows]
‐ Hi, Grandpa!
‐ Yeah, but just to be safe...