Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

And when they find it, they'll destroy it.
...of a giant bust of George Washington Carver.
- Oh, my God, I see it. I'm going in. - Finally.
Don't worry. I wasn't trying to kill you. I'm just a drunk driver.
Sorry, it's been a really long night.
Sorry. Just me again.
It's got his blood and all the names he considered for peanut butter.
Steve.
Okay. That checks out.
And so the safety of our nation will forever be ensured.
Why do you need to go to a grocery store to research Carver?
Hey, champ. Get enough sleep last night?
- Which one? - Five-X.
Creamy. No, no, that means nothing.
That's one of my wife's lunatic concoctions for staving off evil spirits.
Yes, Steve, the monocle! How does that feel?
- What? That's impossible. - You made the switch. What happened?
- My baby. - My meth.
It's working.
Of course. Peanut butter is my favorite thing in the world.
Let's see. They're putting their dad in a barrel...
- Booby trap. - There's something inside.
Look at the belt buckle on the Robin Hood peanut-butter label.
- Dad, don't do it. - Trust me, son.
- The Illuminutti? - That's who's chasing us.
Curiouser and curiouser.