Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I knew I should have gotten that ragtop.
- Hey, Boze, buddy. You thirsty? - Yeah.
Yeah, look, I'm gonna stay here. You guys go on.
I think I've had enough new friends for a while, Chrissy.
Where is he?
to get their safety gear on...
Let's go!
- Ah, no. - Sorry.
Good race.
he's also going to go on tour with the Beach Boys.
Come on, man. Let's win.
That's good.
I've got to show you the new graphics...
Come on, Monk, kick his butt.
You really want a convertible?
All right, Per.
Go back to the Valley, man.
Well, there's this girl on the tarantula...
It's a 360 handplant.
not able to hang on to his board and unexplainably falls off.
Yeah, if you like living dangerously.
after the guy in front of you has taken a bad wipeout.
No, wait. He's almost finished.
Backside carve.
I went to the mall to get a dress for tonight.
She ruined it for everybody.
- Put her on the phone! - Oh, and, Corey...
Sure. Why not?
Just hang on.
The joust is just a game...
All right!
to our race officials.
You're Webster, right? Corey Webster?
where's the air conditioning in this car, huh?
- Soon enough to kick your ass. - Don't count on it.
Let's just get to the beach, huh?
Look at that thing! Whoa! Come on!
Well, that's us.
Come on.
and you're the one in charge?
Should I wear this skull and the dagger...
for the steepest and gnarliest course on the circuit.
Chrissy, I'm really glad to see you're back.
so why don't you not call back here?
for our racers to report to the starting line.
Hey, look. Look, man. Webster.
All right!
- I got to strap up. - Yeah. Corey will show, buddy.
Just... man, just forget her.
Come on, Bozy.
Hey! That's your brother, OK?
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