Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh, my God. Let it be him.
- No. Your taste in men is horrific.
♪ We gonna crash
-Sperm squad, is this a touchdown?
to learn your birth father's identity.
I know it's one of these graves, but, eh...
check your rearview mirror, pull over,
- All will be revealed.
♪ And I'm coming home again
- This one? - No.
They're all humanity's versions of unfinished basements.
- Aw, damn it. - This guy shoots blanks.
- Enough talking! - Trying to watch TV!
- Okay, so far, we're zero for 88.
- They're called taqui-teenies.
- A game? Okay.
That's okay. That's okay.
- Couldn't be the daddy! - Ow.
Proceed to the 9/11 to verify paternity.
between ketchup and mustard, in your own words.
Real Mommy out!
Might as well start getting acquainted
Ugh, get me out of here. Wait, where are the dice?
Wait, how is that possible?!
You know what? That's okay.
- That's between me and your mother.
in your life for a good reason?
My fear of being conceived!
- Who is that guy? - Can we leave, please?
Do you know why I pulled you over, sweetie?
- Damn. Every time.
- Hey, you and Baba can play the game with me and Trophy.
and you've helped me understand myself genetically and sexually.
- Not the daddy! - Ow!
- Son Pete, give Pappy some butterfly kisses.
yeah, Baba forget which one?
We did it inside the costume at halftime.
- Son Pete, you're the son I always wanted, my son.
Like Ben Affleck or Bill Clinton.
- I'd stay and chat, but I gotta find my dad.