Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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