Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Fan out... search the alleys, search the streets.
Oh, my God.
- Can you help me pick it up? - Uh-huh, yeah.
- Gayle, I can explain. - Is that what you
- Who's that? - My daughter.
I'd rather get shingles so you don't have to."
All right.
and call its owners.
- We're looking for that cat. - Mm-hmm.
You watch your tongue!
but I'm not gonna let you do it,
Annie?
and didn't think the rest of the world would understand?
Sorry about the ding-a-ling thing.
Keep your voices down.
Second of all, you're not leaving this yurt
- The other one. - Yep.
Don't say those words, Rudy!
Well, I thought we were gonna call it "Blood Fart."
- Give it to me. - Not until you delete everything.
Striped tail, little white paws; it's a match.
More like ass blowing
We are!
"I took the worst DJ lessons from DJ Rump Roast
So exciting!
And then she gave a whole spiel about her class,
Art! Art! Art! Art! Art! All right!
♪ The creative block ♪
Oh, and a big carrot that was getting
no giving your sister money for yurts.
I'm sorry I said all that stuff, Gayle.
No, Tina, go do workshop stuff.
Listen. The old Annie could totally write a scathing piece
- Just prankin'. - Oh. Heh!
that you thought you couldn't pull off"?
My sister, my daughter, my sister, my daughter.
Linda, you're doing that thing again where you
- Work, work, work, work, work! - Bus, bus, bus!
Great spit-painting, everybody.
Except my hands were never eaten by bears.
That's where the workshop is.
Regular clothes are so constricting.
Hey, is that the cat we're looking for?
- Wow, really? - Oh, yeah.
I know, I need help!
Guys... work now.
Oh, it's nothing. We, uh, jumped into
- Wait, only one person signed up? - Uh-huh.