Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Your little stunt is over, and let me tell you something else...
- I have keys. - Patrick?
Oh. Uh, I know on the radio you didn't take requests,
-We'll be there. -Oh, that's when I do my sleeping.
Bobby, you like bowling, right?
which was inspiring.
But prizes are kind of fun.
- Good imagination, Dad. - Hi, Clem.
and they're stupid, and I hate them.
Yeah. He's a made-up character called Eddie 'Tude.
so the list people will like us.
with my old friend-gineer Patrick.
Pass the whipped cream, please.
I hope I've burned half as many bridges when I'm his age.
"- Maybe. - Maybe not."
The universe sent him to that bowling alley,
He did the show his way,
Damn it, Patrick, you're getting too technical.
Next caller. You're on the air.
I don't know, maybe he just likes the way that feels.
And they all serve dumb, trendy sweet potato fries.
followed by a laser sound.
It used to be for live broadcasts.
All of you, go. Keep your dad calm.
Five minutes of fart sounds?
I-I didn't know I was gonna break into song.
Whoa, there's signs of a struggle in there.
Anyway, they fired me and switched to a no-DJ format.
And I was out of cinnamon and a couple other things.
who talks too much and plays whatever he wants.
- You heard "cool"? - I heard "stool."
The company Christmas party is just me and Vance.
-50 pounds of sweet potatoes, right? -Yes.
Oh, boy.
I bet you got through to a lot of them today.
Get the regular fries.
Whoa, my voice sounds weird.
Patrick, dig up one of our old tracks.
I mean, he did. I don't know why I started that way.
but, uh, yeah, I mean, I guess you can have some.
- W-We could get arrested. - What? Bob.
Patrick, don't you hit that button.
on the air, which means we have to park somewhere
I'm getting mostly farts. Oh, wait, there's the sweat.
Know what? I'll go with you tomorrow.