Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[breathing heavily]
[in slow motion]
Agh!
Whoa!
Oh, oh, oh, aaah!
[gurgling]
[farts] Woof! Woof! Woof!
Say what, now?
[chuckles] Come on.
You're right.
But l can only do this if you ask me.
Bark! Bark, bark, bark!
Jake, l think l'm afraid of the ocean.
Poo-o-o-ts on Ne-e-wts!
Fear of the ocean!
Boop. Beep.
Aaah! Uh!
Poots on Newts! No!
when your possessed this happens
l'm trylng to let it hold me.
[screams]
(Gurgling)
How'd l do?
[Jake farting, laughing]
l'm proud of you, man.
You just need to calm down.
But only if you swear not to hit me anymore.
Jake?
l'm comin', Jake.
That means we got to move to step three.
Jake, get me out of the water!
Dude, did you see me?