Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I don't know. They smelled like chicken.
Yeah! Boom! That's what I'm talking about.
- Yellow team air horn. - (AIR HORN BLOWS)
- All right, race you guys. - Yeah.
BLAKE: Adam, go.
- Looking more like bust fall. - (BOTH LAUGHING)
So maybe we order a few more drinks,
ADAM: Oh, god. BLAKE: Just right there, bud.
Okay, this is bad.
- and then the feelings will just flop out. - Whoo!
So that you could wear each other's clothes.
- (LAUGHING) - He got it.
Really?
You want to lay down and quit, go ahead.
- We're dudes. - But now we have a huge secret.
- Careful - Goddamn it.
the winners of which get a weekend
- Red. - We call blue.
Discos.
Dude, are you pretending to be gay?
Your new nickname is "Fish Taco."
Oh, god. Oh, god.
(ALL CHANTING) Yeah, yeah, yeah, how are we not invited?
If we're gonna win this, we need to connect at the core.
We're gonna head out then. We're going to Palm Springs for the weekend.
Falls! Gil!
- Here we go. - Here we go.
ALICE: Hey, what the hell are you guys doing?
I got you, big boy. I got you, big boy.
Hell to the no, you're not putting your stanky-ass balls in my face.
Well... How come
- BOTH: Trust fall. - What?
at a beautiful timeshare in sunny Palm Springs, California.
Is that true? It could be. I don't know you guys.