Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Po Po Po Po Power with Bearglove

We can't present the founder of Plast-a-Ware

but that's a whole lot of money.

Mrs. Plast-A-Ware?

You have beautiful hair.

You can stick around if you want,

Why did you leave me, Frank?!

Is this what you're looking for?

Hello, future me and rock historians.

Aw, Christ. It's Dunbarton.

That's right, we're doing this.

But I already made a prototype.

Back in the old days, the good Lord had the decency

- Sue... - And I tossed my sketches in the trash!

You've got a lot of nerve coming back here, you fucking turncoat.

There's too much tension in this house!

I'm sorry. The Buzzword was "shotgun."

All right, girls. That's enough.

That burns my dick.

And Dunbarton is a businessman.

What are you doing that you’re gonna hurt yourself baby? What are you doing? You’re goi Panting slurps MMM feet

The one who reads you Bible stories, tousles your hair and says, "Attaboy."

Frank, I've got a proposition for you.

Jesus Christ, Sue, get off my ass!

This gentleman would like to call his wife while I service him.

Smokey offered me half a morning shift and I took it.

Oh, this old chocolate bar tastes like shit, but it is so good!

Where the hell is Daddy?!

Excuse me, hon.

And I'm not under the thumb of a miserable prick like Dunbarton

I don't know. This is not good.

Frank, working all these extra shifts is killing you.

Thank God I stashed some beer money.

I have a bashful bladder.