Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Okay, look,
♪ Happy birthday to you
You cannot ride the "Make Me Raise Our Kids Alone" Trail.
You know, if one of us ever breaks the law,
At this point, I just hope a hawk flies off with me.
Whoo. Whoo!
It's dead to me, like sauerkraut!
like Marshmallow Flats.
Okay.
Kid on a tricycle blew by him, then he just wobbled to a stop.
Kids?
That's from me and Marcy.
I'm riding the Devil's Tailpipe, baby.
who injured himself blowing out candles.
Man, she's sneaky.
Hey, you need to embrace my new lifestyle.
And then you crashed?No, there was no crash!
No, no, no, it's okay. You rest.
I can't even put on my own socks.
Open mine.
Okay. Okay, well, that's good.
In my professional opinion, you pulled something.
I, uh, I sort of tweaked my neck
I don't need to tell anyone. You look like a boomerang.
To help you put on your socks.
Okay, I'm coming around.
Why is he still wearing his gear?