Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

What kind of God would put a chocolate fountain on a train

for the last nine weekends doing some serious recon.

Okay. Nobody panic.

Getting comfortable.

You guys are embarrassing me.

Yep. So Bob knows it.

Oh, my goodness. It's going down.

Uh, okay. Well, you do that.

Well, we're stranded.

Oh, here you go, one more for you.

Rudy's such a delight.

Don't you touch Beanbag!

Ah, there you are.

No, you're not.

You guys sure you don't want any more juice?

Uh, looks like we'll be setting up shop here for the day.

My space. I thought the train was crashing.

This is the last snack of the day

I did not know chocolate came from fountains.

So, we know how to get in, but how do we get out?

Hey, uh... I'm sorry you kids had to see that.

I've seen them load boxes and boxes of it in there.

behind this door being unappreciated by a bunch of drunk adults?

Here's what we're gonna do.

"Four hours...!"

I know these guys from school.

Don't ask questions.

Great. Uh, cran-apple?

I guess you're dumb enough to think

Okay. It's a blend...

Um, what does "Ethan" mean? Um...

The train's too loud... honk, honk.

Just kidding about the mountain, uh,

Can I get a cranberry juice?

Look, Rick, you're not the only person with taste.

Get comfy, 'cause this room is your life for the next four hours.