Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-(shuddering breaths) -(heavy thumping)

AMBER: If you'd like, I can go ahead and put you down...

-Oh, no! -(melodic popping)

Where is the feed for Holst's camera?

And we don't own shit.

(strained yelling)

Remember Jean Jacket?

You can probably hear th-the shock in my voice.

You don't look at it unless you want its attention.

(music playing faintly)

Darrell Hammond as Tom.

That's right. Happy trails.

-Yeah, yeah. -Uh, step out.

Uh, hey, guys. Uh, Jean Jacket is definitely in those clouds,

So I guess we're stuck with Junior over here.

We don't have a lot of money to pay you up front--

Talk to me. What happened?

I can't just let that go.

...standing right here at this window,

What's that about?

...gonna be magic soon.

PHYLLIS: Oh, beautiful, Haley.

AMBER: Hi there. It's Amber again from Jupe's Claim.

-I know. -(horse grunting)

(rousing orchestral music ends)

Whoa, now. Whoa, now.

(birds chirping)

(distorted): spectacle.

Smell of horse shit and fresh air.

♪ Brother man, brother man, yeah, row... ♪

EMERALD: Oh, damn.

It's in the cloud...it's in the cloud!

(panting): Excuse me. Sorry.

What happened to we both failed at finding good presents?

And you have no idea how to tell time.

Okay, it's still on.

I was supposed to get to train Jean Jacket.

(Emerald and Angel continue arguing)

(people screaming)

♪ I got the voices of many in my throat ♪

And, um... boom.

All right? I'm sorry.

The-the monkey went crazy or some shit.

So let me take you back to that first night.

The fuck is he doing?

Hello! How y'all doing?

So, as I said, in just under an hour,

-What else? What else? -Ghost.

(birds chirping)

-(electronics powering up) -(distorted music playing)

Ended up using camels anyways, so...

ANTLERS: Give me the lid. Give me the lid.

♪ In a little old seaport town ♪

Get out of here!

-See you. -(door opens, closes)

Please, browse away.

Yeah, I was, uh... I was Lil' Jupe.

ANGEL: Uh, hey, guys.

And though they have yet to emerge from their ship,

I got to get out this house.

-♪ Walk on by ♪ -EMERALD: To the man.

Luan Loud it’s your fault

(Lucky neighing)

First of all, that's not my side shit. This is.

-Ghost. -You good. You good. You good.

I can monitor the feeds remotely myself, if you want.

a halfway decent birthday present.

The light, it's...

Bang! Yes, a good boy.

MAN 2: We're set up, ready to go.

OJ: Yeah, now you mention it,

so you should be fine.

Hi. I can help you over here.

Don't worry about it. You need anything?

(soft popping, echoing)

OJ: Well, let 'em come.

(Emerald and Angel arguing indistinctly in distance)

(quietly): Fucking dicks.

(people screaming in distance)

Forget it! Come on!

-It's on! -Hey. You stole their horse.

-MARY JO: Hey, Gordy. Surprise! -(Phyllis gasps)

-Commodore. -Yeah.

-Aw. -AUDIENCE: Aw.

You're really tucked away back here.

♪ That you don't see the tears ♪

OJ! It's in the cloud!

Then, uh, one day...

I mean, they pretty much nailed it better than I could.

BUSTER: Yeah, we'll rehearse one first,

♪ Just let me grieve in private... ♪

and knock a horse's dick out your damn hand.

(wind whistling)

Don't look. Don't look.

Undeniable, singular, the...

Why is Ghost in the arena?

Where'd you get yours?!