Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

‐ Ugh. Alligators.

‐ [scarfing loudly] [cats meowing]

‐ ♪ [musical oinking]

Now it's Tabitha's turn to make the mean ha‐ha.

Let me give you my butt backstory.

‐ You know what? I'm gonna save my breakfast for lunch.

I was at the vet's. I had to get my stomach pumped.

[dreamy electric guitar music]

[muffled screaming]

‐ Maybe we should follow him?

‐ And you're not gonna shut up unless I try, huh?

Me and Georgie are lookin' snazzy.

[sparking chimes]

‐ Oh, I learned something.

And, as I'm sure you've heard around the garden,

‐ Merry Christmas, kid.

Which brings me no joy.

‐ Was his tail wagging? ‐ Oh, like Jill's hips

‐ In the kitchen. Licking all the fruit.

I mean, you're probably the most expensive pig in history.

‐ I know you think I'm dead because Sprinkles ate me.

Reckless and irresponsible.

‐ Oh, that was the thank you.

We've had chicken fights with Tobey Mags!

‐ Easy, Tabs.

‐ Now we are even.

You know, because I was a celebrity.

‐ At least I think it was about me.

‐ All right, I'll bring it up

trying to find a dead ringer for the original Max.

and commissioned Dave Matthews to write a song about me.

‐ Ah, cheese.

‐ And then Diablo just m‐larf‐ed a snow cone

More of a sniff‐where‐you‐ just‐peed kinda way.

‐ Stop it! Just leave me alone!

I'm sitting here talking to you guys.

But check out what we found at our house.