Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Russell, I shouldn't be telling you this, but he was cut from...
And given that my machine can substantially reduce...
Find my kids.
How do you know? - Well...
Quark, sit. Sit, Quark.
Amy? Nick?
Dad.
Honey.
Cool. Now we can see in the dark.
We're down here. - Mr. Szalinski.
How 'bout a truce, okay?
Dad. - Mr. Szalinski.
Could your Dad help us? - Russ. We're supposed to go fishing.
Get up.
It works? The machine works?
Okay, we'll just have Dad pay for it, huh?
On the other hand, we've come up with an interesting way of making applesauce.
No, they broke up for religious differences.
Come on, Ron. Hurry. - Come on.
Go on. Try it. Go ahead.
Am I bleeding? - Honey, it's rubber.
...need right now is to hear from you.
What is he, deaf?
Dad, if you really want me back on the team...
Think they'll be warm enough? - They look fine to me.
Russ.
No. He only smokes when he's really worried about something.
He was afraid to tell you he quit. - Quit...
Uh, yeah, um, I would like to report, um, two missing children.
I just figured it out. I never woke up this morning.
Wait.
Nick?
Russell?
Tommy. - Tommy.
Russell. Gimme a hand here.
Stop. Don't kill us. - Dad, don't kill us.
If he finds us, he'll eat us. Let's get out of here.
If only we had some bug spray. That'd show him.
Trying to fish isn't your favorite thing. Trying to fish isn't your favorite thing.
Mm-hmm.
...and...
Dad. We're down here. - Over here.
Russell. - Why do I feel like
Oh, there must be some mistake. Ours are in the backyard. Right, honey?
I called to wish you luck at the conference.
Yeah, I could just see the note to the teacher.
Now, uh, lift with your legs, not with your back.
Aren't you in the wrong yard? - Listen, nerd face...
Baseball? - Good, honey.
It's already 1:00. So much for the mall.
This is getting ridiculous. Where the hell are those kids?
They sell that kind of stuff at swap meets.
Cci stomach growl
Hey, hey, I didn't do it.
I got dibs on the cream filling.
Nick. - Get off and give us a hand.
At the Thompsons'? They'd rather be in school.
I wanted to go fishing, Dad. I didn't mean to mess everything up.
No, Patty, no, no. There's nothing to worry about.
...this place spick-and-span, okay?
What is this? - I don't know, but I hope...
They're in the backyard. - They are?
I can't believe some stores actually charge for this stuff.
You know, the jungles are receding everywhere.
No. No.
Uh, could I do it later?
Geronimo!. Geronimo!.
So, if this works, you wanna go to the dance on Friday?
Oh. - Russ. Ron.
You're out. You're out. - Baseball.
Wayne?
You tell him the truth? - Honey.
Maybe you could be the mound. - Ronald.
Get off the grass!
Come on. This is what's wrong with the American system of justice.