Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh, um, is something going on?
Oh, my God, a B-minus? That's a Belcher A.
- and ourselves... - Oh, boy, here we go.
So what does that make now? Nine?
Yeah, I'm not fol... I don't... I'm not following this.
Oh, yes... Gary. He's a bad seed.
And I saved two googlies so I can put 'em on my bosom,
Great. We're pushing a lot of units, making bank.
Mr. Frond, hypothetically, what would happen
Anyway, we can't just accuse him if we don't know for sure.
Great. Let's throw a two-dollar tip on there.
You broke Rudy, Tina!
- (groans) - Hey!
- Yep. - Aw.
Yeah, like when Zeke brought in cupcakes for Jocelyn's birthday.
the next, a PBS lawyer sends you a cease and desist letter
♪ She's a business monster, a business monster. ♪
- Like shampoo. - Companies have growing pains.
all your googly eyes,
Tina, you're-you're not making sense right now.
- Be sly. - You kidding?
Gene, I-I think you sat on some googly eyes.
- No. - Then sign here.
Put your bubbles in your butt! Come on, guys.
And my Scotch tape. And, you know, this cat calendar is mine,
Wood Chuck? More like Wood Yuck.
Both twins are evil. Their poor mother.
This is why we need a net from the ceiling.
I know, so business-y.
- What's going on... - (soda fizzes)
One day Zeke wasn't around, and I was bored.
- I don't believe it. - Me either.
"Could Chucks," 'cause they could be anything.
I'm not even here to eat, although...
An exercise ball for a desk chair? What's next?
- Don't do it. - I can't do it.
I'm gonna go talk to those guys. This is ridiculous.
And Mr. Frond gave us a B-minus.
- Could Chucks. - Do what Chucks?
I say we do this for all our customers now.
But, Tina, relax. Your question was hypothetical.
Why is that Wood Chuck saying I'm fine?!
- I-I know, I know. - You see?
Wait. What? Hey, we-we-we can work this out.