Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Shelly, let this cat use your skins for a number.
Faster, Fred. Faster!
When the saints come marchin'in
This year I'd like to do something different.
I don't know, Betty. But the Golden Smog seems to be a hit with these kids.
and on the skins, Barney Rubble...
Sounds more like a hog-calling contest.
Why don't you just sing a song and let it go at that?
When those saints go marchin'in
He's one of us.
How about Number 42 from the old book?
- Wait for us, Big Daddy. - Here they come.
I don't get it.
I'm afraid of the dark.
- Hi, Fred. What's new? - Nothing new. Same old trouble.
Yeah, I want to be in that number
Everything's a gimmick. But I can't quit.
Right.
No, no, wait!
Man, like, can you beat those skins.
A man? Lmpossible.
Fucking Getting Your Seatbelt
Of all the dumb tricks you've ever pulled...