Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

That was a wild ride. Speaking of rides, to the subway!
Me? What? No. Key? No, not me.
Poop already.
Some sort of satanic ritual?
I'll just wear a training bra for the rest of my life.
♪ You, wanna help me out? I think I lost a key ♪
Marvin, don't freak out, but there's a spider on your shoulder.
You, with the boyish charm. You say go.
[clears throat] When I was 14,
I thought I was, but I don't know what I'm doing.
♪ A metal detector, don't object or ♪
- [elevator bell dings] - [Paige] Bitsy Brandenham?
[groans] Finally! Okay, bye.
and then it's like there's no other stuff in it, your life.
Be back in a few hours.
Hang on, I should call Owen. We're gonna be here a while.
- Let's go get my daughter her dream bra. - Dad.
Owen, I need to stay at work a little longer.
Me too. We have to find out for sure.
♪ Uh-oh, we're down to the wire ♪
He says you might want it?
♪ Hear a beep, make a peep Keep it low-key ♪
♪ Can I get some light support? ♪
Hello, Miss Brandenham. Do you remember me?
The smoke alarm will go off,
I don't like it. Not a good idea.
♪ Keep it low-key, keep it low-key Keep it low-key ♪
♪ I would go right to jail ♪
How's your "Super Easy Subway Workout" article going?
Why am I getting into this with an eight-year-old?
- Neither do I! That's the problem! - So we're on the same page.
Dad and daughter on the subway.