Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[cattle lowing]

Where we goin'?

[helicopter thrumming]

And Bar-3 ranch, we got blue tags and brandin'.

- Well, I'm supervising.

No, I ain't cleaning no goddamn stall.

- If you thought these bones were old,

They ain't back yet.

- What'd we say, Emmett?

- Don't do this, man.

- Where's Daddy? - Put your hands

- I gotta wash up. - Mm-mm.

Get far away from here.

We're done here. You got him.

- [groans, sniffs]

- You feeling saucy, boy?

- I'll have your, uh, supper waiting.

They got a nice house in Seattle.

- [panting] - [shivering]

You'd have sold 'em on eBay and kept on digging.

these bones are goddamn relics.

That's the way of it.

Riding through the forest, and this goblin jumped out

- I told him to fuckin' stay down.

Let's start moving these red-tag heifers

Come on. Come on.

whole place will test you.

with a dadgum sword and he s--

- This is almost like a music festival.

This guy here, he says he don't like the way

- Kinda shit you get into tonight?

[pensive music]

- You look good in neon.

He'll ask questions I don't know how to answer.

♪ Where the skyline's colored by chemical plants ♪

And my dad certainly can't take care of 'em.

- Sorry. - Yeah.