Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-Hey, kids, what are you playing?

- That's right, Petey.

- Welcome back to "Self-Inflicted Gunshot Bloopers."

- Hello, Father. Yo, Pop!

- Et tu, board game announcer?

Uh, a if we Kirby and Keeby me to pick us up. We me to totally me accept you!

Now, did you put on enough sunscreen today, darlin'?

- I found him! My dad is Pizza Paul,

- Why didn't I think to try the virtual directory earlier?

[ Both moaning ]

Go ahead and see for yourself.

And then we me! Not back it is milky if me milky to than it me!? 'Cause me to makku,

Are we in a graveyard because my father...

[ Grunts, inhales deeply ]

- Annie, we're going home right now.

He smells like feta and oregano.

- Don't sweat it, kiddo

in the span of a single ovulation window?

-Hold for a recent photo of Possible Daddy number 1.

I knew we would. - Peter, come.

Are they in your pocket?

120 if avoiding toll roads. - Ugh! That's it!

old dudes for designer clothes.

- Yes! - We need a DNA sample.

had you grown up with a father. Shh!

I refuse to be breathalyzed.

Only one possibility: Tom Selleck.

How about here? - No.

Hello, Daddy. Why did you abandon me?

[ Chimes ] - Ho, ho, ho!

but it just keeps coming back.