Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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