Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Okay. Kids, say hi to Grandma for me.
imaginable to her, all by herself.
And she'd be so proud of you. I mean, look what you've done.
I could leave Grandma the granola bar
you know, losing someone close to me, like how Bob lost you.
It's pretty, in a grave-y way.
Oh, my mom didn't like getting flowers.
TINA: Ah, coming.
-(cloth ripping) -Ah, my snow pants.
What if we snoob right here?
I mean, 32. Wait, how old am I?
It's okay, I'll text him.
♪ It's Lily Belle. ♪
not supposed to take this long.
-She's always wanted a PT Cruiser. -(phone chiming)
You know what, Teddy? You're right.
I hope she likes them warm and smushed.
Huh. That gobbledygoop kind of looks "Heritage."
You're closing the restaurant for lunch.
Just hide, quick, please.
Sorry, sun, it's not your fault.
GENE: I wonder how Mom's doing. Do you think she remembers us?
-Good for snoobing. -What's snoobing?
Lot of walking, which is cool.
Hey, so you know, I'm locking the gate in about a half-hour.
What? I-I can't hear you. Y-You're breaking up.
Oh, yeah. She'd take him out if we told her to.
Making cards for my mom, for Grandma,
I'm trying to call her, but it's going straight to voice mail.
Well, cards are against the rules, sorry.
We finally made it to Grandma's grave.
Okay, well, she's not here,
Do you happen to have a map I could use?
just spit on your fingertips, slap the ground three times,
(grunting, straining)
BOB: That's probably Teddy.
Oh, you kids are bundled up. Going outside to play?