Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

♪ How do I get you alone? ♪

And also, my claps are weak. See?

- Huh. - Here. All the way back. And...

I'm a little confused.

Okay. I didn't say anything, Teddy.

I mean, if you did catch me, it would be pretty cool,

Thank you. I'll be back tomorrow.

So, you want to roller-dance, instead of playing the game?

Hi, how are you? Welcome.

I don't know, a psychopath?

Gene, are you sure you want to do this?

- She's walking so slow. - Yeah, ghost steps.

You know, my cousin's afraid of church bells.

But Dad, we're taking your advice and going to support Alex

- Nothing. - You don't deserve my brother.

Circles and math. The new kill team really is the perfect game.

Hey, Mr. Burger.

-my arms with mainly calf muscles. -Huh.

Ooh, gun glasses. Exciting.

Wait, wait, she's coming back again.

Can we count on you to be our replacement?

- Friends? - Friends.

God, you get so weird about roller-dancing.

- Okay, can I go now? - No.

Yep. And we aren't going there to try to stop Gene

And she never gets to exercise so she put on ten ghost pounds.

Never mind, u-uh, do your thing.

Hey. Sorry about the other day.

- Talking about diarrhea. - Cool.

I think it looks like a hoot. I want to play next round.

but then we both fell over.

♪ If you're rollin' with me ♪

Attaboy. There's got to be something

I curse thee, Gene.

And I want to bring Alex his favorite drink,

Wrong. Oh, wait. No, that's right.