Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'm a little juice box. This is where the straw goes
but a blinding green light comes out of it.
if I can sleep twice as high tonight.
‐And three! ‐What a great idea.
They're supposed to be in the
I don't sleep anymore. Don't need it.
It was more of a like seat. Poor Ronnie.
You guys should probably pay me money and then go.
And me, also. Your Game Master.
I couldn't sleep and Tina couldn't, either,
Where I hide cold French fries in the register
Sorry, Linda. I'd love to help you, but, uh, I'm in Canada.
Look, I‐I make a burger of the day.
Yeah, we did. A lot.
Uh, uh, no, no, no, no, no! This is not gonna work.
I will. I mean, they're not really ordering burgers,
Well, I don't want to see if I maim you.
Stripping the screw in a good way?
and something about Grandma and Grandpa,
Oh, um well, I was hoping you could help me make burgers. Oh, make burgers. Really? Me? I-I mean of course, Bob.
People are probably gonna want to take a selfie
than just the same old same old.
Say "yes" so she doesn't drawstring her head off.
Let me just... Mm. Yup. Sawdust makes it softer.
‐That'll definitely do it. ‐Thanks.
And you all got into it.
‐Wow. A cry‐snore. ‐(groans)
Come on, people. Use what you have.
‐See? She's fine? ‐Ow.
We're doing this.
♪ No one seems to understand ♪
Oh, no, no, no, no. Hold on. Hold on.
of the fort my dad built in our backyard.
This is where the straw goes.