Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

demonstrating his signature one-handed technique.
And here he is, folks, heavyweight of the Hot Ciders.
The only activity less exciting than watching paint dry.
They're really forcing an unnatural play here,
(grunts)
Hey, see your mama out there?
Standing in for him is his wife
♪ And Tuca and Bertie, Tuca and Bertie ♪
I just assumed you wanted some of your own.
Mmm.
(panting)
Give it up for our players.
Uh, no offense, ma'am,
I haven't thought about Figgy in hours.
♪ Oh, baby ♪
ANNOUNCER MAN: Welcome to the Bird Town
(grunts)
-(slaps) -Go get those Hot Ciders, Tuca.
Yeah. Come to Tuca.
Let's just save some of this energy
Why not rebound with the entire team?
Gosh. You're glowing like a porch light,
-Whee! -(groans)
No. I just broke up with him.
Tulip, look what I found in your ear.
I knew I was no longer just a person.
(blower whirring)
tumble on our irreversible descent to earth.
Hmm. Oh!
since I run everything at, uh,
No! We can't let her do it. She'll get hurt.
-I-I'll get it for you. -Hot dogs.
You can't spoil them, Bertie.
How is this going to work
No! Ow!
(chuckles) That is correct.
Who will win the coveted golden rake?