Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Looks hard.
Yeah, I'm here to take my... secret agent test.
Charlene?
Oh, you're good.
You look like a big...
you're gonna eat lightning and crap thunder!
That's our cue, wuss.
- I gotta go. - Wait a minute!
You're still allowed to do that much, right?
Don't eyeball me, Samson. Drink it!
How 'bout you, Professor?
Morning, all.
Shall I follow her?
No!
Well, gee, Dad...
Wow. I bet if you put that under your pillow...
Let's cut right to the grate.
What? You don't feel well now?
Can I help you gentlemen?
Don't worry, Brock.
She's looking at me. What do I do?
Sorry. Hey, what's H.E.L.P.eR. Gotten into?
Oh, don't be foolish.
The nine millimeter Glock is standard issue to all agents in the field.
That's it, precious.
You didn't miss much.
So, I guess this is good-bye.