Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Never seem to stop comin'

So, is Fred still in show business?

Oh... you know who we are?

The Zeb Zoober that owes me $500?

And every mistake is a break but only if you get it

For a local bartender in the neighborhood

Well, it ain't the destination

we just agree with whatever they say.

You hit me with a chair.

We'll help you party it down

All right, Zeb.

What are you talKing about, Fred?

Um, what are you talKing about?

-Or we'll make you pull over. -Or we'll make you pull over.

Which way to go

Won't find you if you don't let it

Dex, honey, would you get that?

Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh

Let it ride, let it ride, let it ride.

You don't have to wear no fake mustache to impress me.

You guys are Kidnappers? Huh?

Play in the show?

My house band versus Zeb's fiddle

Then listen now to what I say

At all that time you used up

We're getting the Roo Croo Back TOGETHER

Only... in real life, he's a lot bigger

-What? -This should be good.

That was a long time ago, Kid.

He's probably still at the country club at the wedding.

-Yay! -Whoo-hoo!

Mr. Chicken is a girl.

at least you're going to be together.

That's the only way you're gonna get on out of here

What songs you gonna do?

you'd know why I was always sad."

Left your home and family

What are you talKing about?

to our higher purpose.

Uh... ain't gonna be one

Um, his name is Beary.

The point is that it's not unusual to feel different

Well, it's over

It's not unusual to have fun with anyone

Kick it into gear, Kick it into gear

No, you're not.

Put the heavy to the metal and grab onto the road

Honey, even if you were adopted

Let it ride, let it ride, let it ride

"and I forget why I was even sad at all.

These guys were fat

To bring out the Kid in you

Well, that day... is tonight!

And that thing you wrote in your journal about us

No, no, now, it's nobody's fault.

That's the only way you're gonna get on out of here

Are you all right? Did they hurt you?

Uh, give me a minute, huh?

...is involved in the abduction of this ten-year-old boy.

Or what I'm looKing for

Hey, hey, hey, no, no.

a little nibble of something.

You, uh, you left your stuff on the bus.

Uh, uh, yeah, uh...

You really want to know what I'm talKing about?

NapKin's not a toy, Dex.

but if he loses, I get to keep the Country Bear tour bus.