Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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