Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- It's like a... a reflex. - It's okay.
He's already feeling a little poopy about everyone pooping
Uh... Oh. Wait. Uh, oh...
It's getting eaten up.
Dog!
You act like one when you're with Jimmy.
- Whoa... - Damn.
Sasha, the plastic?
- Uh-huh. - It's weird not having Jimmy around.
- I want to not be near oysters. - I'll take, uh,
Hi, Trev.
Not to mention a, um, um...
Oh yeah, that. It's the same blob.
I'm a new member at Crestglen Yacht Club.
Spread out. Make a line.
He texted "Bob's dumb."
I just have to yacht-splain a few things and we'll be good.
Our president is too busy with regatta preparations to talk to kids.
go to the store, buy some more bleach,
Time for you kids to leave.
I'm sure you got the club-wide bulletin?
Come on. Let's Pied Piper this sucker.
- Can I play? - I-It's not really a game, it's just...
Jimmy Pesto making fun of Bob so Trev stops high-fiving him.
- Are they buying it? - Yeah.
Boss said if that plankton doesn't go away
No. We have to keep their bleach boat away from the plankton.
But I feel bad for a lot of other people before him.
Technically, a reverse Pied Piper.
Uh, come back to me.
You know what? I don't have any more time for this.
I miss the dumpling house days.
Shoo, you dumb birds. Don't eat the bleach.