Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

♫ Here we come, walking down the street ♫

First thing you do is you put your fingers like that,

There is an excuse! You're the excuse! You and your medieval attitudes!

Tell me when the party begins.

There's only one thing that bothers me, though.

And I go again.

And you really wouldn't want to do that to the boys.

Ah, there you are, ha ha ha.

Look, Micky, will you calm down?

Uh, just a moment, I'll help the boys pour.

Mrs. Weefers! Wake up, come on.

Mrs. Weefers, please, hurry up. Come on!

Yeah, and I'm gonna be his mother-in-law.

But we're too busy singing to put anybody down

Mr. Vandenberg runs this place like an army camp.

Huntington Hartford hates pickled herrings. Now, you try it.

Uh, heh. That's cute. Come on!

Uh, where's she going?

Okay, so he's getting fresh. It's for a pal, anyway.