Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Cookie! Smash!
and we go smoke weed about it
- I mean, I love that idea. - Right?
I'm gonna call Karl.
We'll be clowns!
Thanks.
- $150? - Yeah.
To give my girl a proper home!
That-he same exact song he did earlier.
- I'm good. - Okay, no bop-pops.
- Come on. - I would love to, man.
- Oh, got a bid on the TaskRabbit. - Oh, are you kiddin' me?
No. No, no, no.
- Hang on. Shh for a second. - I always knew I'd be famous.
Clowns don't dunk. That's like a known rule.
- Yes. - I'll admit that.
- We wanted to hurt you. - Y'all could have killed that kid,
- Yup. - It's natural, man.
but it's cool that, like, parents and, like, dumb kids,
Yeah. At least...
You're a tiger!
- Wesley Snipes! - Whoa, whoa, whoa!
- Boobs and booze. - That's boo... Boobs and booze, man!
We are going to fight
The genie in the lamp granted your first wish.
Oh, no. That is not a known rule.
New Clowns on the Block!
- I thought we looked cool. - Yeah. We look very solid.
Tomahawk slam dunk starting now. Go!
All right, Tony.
No. Those are hammer pants, dude.
And he's the original birthday king of Rancho Cucamonga,
- Yeah. - Yes! Yes!
TK, you can have this one, playboy.
We are the birthday party clowns.
No, no, no, no, what do you mean
What if we just TaskRabbit a job ourselves?
We don't need to do your stupid thing 'cause we're livin' Miata life.
We fight a cobra!