Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

They're laughing with me, Michael. They're laughing with me!
It is the worst Christmas party I've ever been to in my life.
Now? You're not gonna let these people go home and change their clothes?
Neither does my dad.
[Banana Suit Squeaking]
How the worm has turned. Look who feels the sting of an ungrateful child.
- Here we go. Let's go. - [Stereo: Disco]
“Sky rockets in flight…”
- Everything all right? - I just don't want people's kids getting their sticky fingers...
Hang on, Maeby. Afternoon Delight.
Unfortunately, buster’s New found skill did not involve lowering gently.
[Narrator] In fact, Buster never went to the army.
MAYBE I'LL PUT IT IN HER BROWNIE
This has been pleasant and professional Good luck in the coming business year
Good luck in the coming business year
[Narrator] Michael and Maeby stopped by the office to see if Gob needed help...
- A meeting. - A party.
- because she had a little bit of a buzz on. - No. That's it.
Oh, God. Oh.
And the effects of Lindsay and George Michael's Afternoon Delightwas overshadowed-
I'll take off my pants, I'll shave-[Bleeps]
What? So I'm not invited to the Bluth Company Christmas party?
- Michael, pick up- - [Beep]
[Grunts] Who did this?
That's ridiculous. I want you to move in with me.
- [All Snickering] - You do this, Tom?
- [Amplified] Uncle Michael- - Okay. I'll be right there.
And if anybody does anything with my sister Lindsay...
Thank god they’ve got my brands here
but to keep them all together.
Everybody, come out of your offices, please. The party has now started.
Less kids getting their sticky little fingers all over these twenty-six hundred dollar pants.