Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Well, this one's for Thanksgiving,
Louise? There he is.
(panting)
Okay, but I still... Lin, show him a picture
We're looking for the best of the best.
Wait, Louise, what are you doing?
It seemed like a good idea.
It looks exactly like my grandfather.
So, this was your plan all along?
Is that... about... you?
Yeah, a half day doesn't sound half bad.
Yeah, too soon.
How are those harmonies coming, ladies?
Do you guys want to talk about the play?
No. I drive a hatchback.
(quiet electrical hum)
Okay, you got the part.
Maybe I should make him a little blanket.
It's showtime. Hit it, Gene.
I'm working on some erotic holiday fiction.
If I were you, here's where I'd start.
It tastes like victory, and nachos.
I came in here to tell you guys that I finally,
♪ And I'm here to tell my story ♪
'Cause Louise and Gene are gonna ruin the whole play
We'd all go home early.
I feel like my soul has diarrhea.
What about music? My plays always have music.
Your future's even brighter, 'cause you're in the show!
Look, Mr. Frond is coming
Oh. Yes, now I remember.
For sure, totally. Of course she is!
ALL: Yeah!
No, look at this potato.
♪ Why don't they eat a pig instead? ♪
No. Great.
Yeah, I think they will.
No! Not with Grandpa.
W-Well, just out of curiosity, what is your play?
Chucking of sora sexshiorinoni
I love it. Pancakes, please.
You threw away that piece of toast