Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Like I let Gene be the family jokester. I could be that.

Face it, Mom has powers.

Uh, need some more buns.

But in a way, Mom helped Bosco catch the Little Boy Bandit.

Uh... Th-Th-The change.

Yeah. Yeah. It's a dress.

Oh. It's just a burp. I'm gassy.

Give me your hands, Bobby.

No. No. Well, maybe trains are fine.

of pressure to catch this guy, and I got nothing!

That's what Coach Blevins said about me doing a sit-up,

No. No. No. I only make the sound.

At fall-thirty.

Good, keep going. I see walls.

You have a gift. It's gonna make some people nervous.

Have Dad run up and down the stairs. Got it!

Psychics didn't predict Rome in a day, hold on.

What's going on here?

I'm a roller skate clown jockey guy.

We already placed our bet.

I'll bet it's butt hats. Hats for your butt.

Oops. You dropped your roller shoe.

Dizzy Dog, the beloved statue

She is a witch. Burn her!

I did have some help, though, from a friend.

Oh, yeah? Well, I predict you fall down a flight of stairs.

But we got to figure out if she's the real deal.

If I had to do it all over again, I would.

It's an orange.

If Mom really is psychic, we're gonna be on easy street.

So, how do you predict things, Mom?

Teddy. Teddy. Nothing. Like, zero.

See? Oh, you dropped your wig. Uh, thanks.

when am I gonna fall down that set of stairs?

Yes, Yellow. Uh... Runt, better look behind you.

I was terrible at her predictions.