Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Don't forget Memorial Day, okay?
Melrose, I talked to Mom and Dad.
Then it's settled.
-Ooh. -Ugh.
(INDISTINCT)
LaBrea and I planning a big spread.
(BOTH LAUGHING)
Me, too, girl.
Don't you dare cut my hair.
(CROWD EXCLAIMS)
Where is she?
Well, except for ese DJ viejo.
You know there's no one I love as much as you
What?
That's not my friend.
I will, Mommy.
Daddy, thank you. That was the best quinceañera ever.
But hey, it's your day, child.
That wasn't funny, LaBrea.
Well. Now, you're an usher.
We'll see about that, Suga.
That's what you said an hour ago.
(SCREAMS) Oh, my gosh!
No!
(GROANS)
A quinceañera is a 15th birthday party.
Oh, LaCi, see, I'm fine.
Mom, I need money, I'm meeting everyone at Ms. Gina's hair salon.
(AIR HISSING)
-Honey, the glow up is real. -LaBrea, you look good, girl!
Trudy!
You know we can't ride these without helmets.
All we have to do is start the ride and lower her down, slowly.