Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I should be taking you to Vegas with me instead of Carlton.
Jump on it Jump on it
What are you complaining about? I'm the one who caught it and got rid of it.
- Aah! - Perhaps it's kicking in.
All right, fine.
Cheyenne Indians used to take a young brave and leave him in the desert...
Whoo! Give me the loot. Give me the loot. I'm a bad, bad man.
Tossing and turning, thinking about that mouse.
Bells ringing, money flowing.
- But you don't understand. - Carlton...
Yes! Eight. I won.
- Sure. - Let me paint you a little picture.
Now, come on, the only way that my plan is gonna work...
So then it's settled. Chips are fine.
I mean, I went into the desert just like my father said. I had my knife.
- So, what are we gonna do? - Go to the mall and scam on guys.
Wow, Will, the casino's head office.