Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[dreamy electric guitar music]

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

‐ Ah, cheese.

and commissioned Dave Matthews to write a song about me.

‐ At least I think it was about me.

‐ Maybe we should follow him?

‐ ♪ [musical oinking]

‐ Oh, that was the thank you.

[sparking chimes]

trying to find a dead ringer for the original Max.

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

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

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

‐ Stop it! Just leave me alone!

‐ Ugh. Alligators.

‐ Merry Christmas, kid.

We've had chicken fights with Tobey Mags!

Reckless and irresponsible.

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

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

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

Me and Georgie are lookin' snazzy.

Which brings me no joy.

But check out what we found at our house.

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

‐ Easy, Tabs.

Let me give you my butt backstory.

I'm sitting here talking to you guys.

‐ Now we are even.

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

You know, because I was a celebrity.

‐ All right, I'll bring it up

[muffled screaming]

‐ Oh, I learned something.

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

‐ [scarfing loudly] [cats meowing]

‐ In the kitchen. Licking all the fruit.