Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

We've gotta get to your house, and fast.

Hold on. I was gonna give it to my wife. It was my ticket that won.

- You asked for it. - Oh, now.

Tickets? They've been sold out for months.

Just wait till I get my hands on him.

- Cosmo? - Oh, yes, darling, my petunia.

He still has the ball. When is he going to pass it?

Oh, you poor dear.

Yes, sir. Oh, it's gonna be a wing-ding game, alrighty-reety.

Just holding on. He's not seeing visitors.

The ball is snapped back.

My name is C.G. Spacely, president of Spacely Sprockets.

- But why my house? - Because you're home, sick in bed.

I'll never forgive Cosmo either. Either.

Now, let's get out of here before Elroy has to file a tax return.

Oh, yeah. Can't miss the championship playoff.

Looks like a trick play.