Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

The game's called Throw Louise, Mom.

We're the coolest ones there, right?

All right, kids, the second that door shuts,

Oh, my God, everyone here is so interesting.

I thought we'd be doing tonight.

Let's go to Maya and Becket's party.

I am the voice of the night!

- What? What? - Oh, my God!

He's not gonna be happy about his ice cream truck,

and now they just keep coming back again and again and again?

Ooh, I'll just hold them close to my body to keep them warm.

Aw. What kind of little thing?

Did we not tell you about the performance circle?

and tell Mom and Dad what's going on.

Sorry, they're from the gas station.

No, we're fine, we're fine. Right? We're fine.

- In one breath. - Damn it.

- Hey. - Dad, Hot Cousin Dave

when I don't have wine.

- We're good. - Yeah.

Jen, Jen, Jen, we're not gonna get tired

but that ice cream truck isn't in service at the moment.

Wait, are you sure? I think it sort of sounded good.

Oh, the lord of sweets has answered my prayers tonight!

Hmm. I guess I could put some things on hold.

I will always just have an urge for your burgs.

'Cause I don't want to be the boring people who don't perform.

Yeah, he looks like he is.

Oh, uh, not-not-not us.

- Linda... Ronstadt. - Mm.

Wet enough for you?

Oh. Now the phone makes sense.

♪ Rescue 9-1-Buns, yeah ♪

Song one. Song two.

Ow! Ow, my fricking butt! My ass! My arse! Ow! Ow, my fricking butt! My ass! My arse!

Small batch. Just a few thousand cases.

Time for bed, children. Good night.