Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Mm-hm. Yeah. Lovely. [chuckles softly]
Are you stalking us? Plotting your revenge?
If I was you, I'd start flappin' my wings.
Check the bag. See if there's a name on there somewhere.
That's straight from Sheriff Peterkin.
Yeah, the cops were up here, but, uh... took care of 'em.
-[John B] Let me see. -Right there.
Taking it would be catastrophically stupid.
-Go get the stern. Go! -[Kie] Are you joking? JJ, hurry up.
♪ "Are you going to the party On Saturday?" ♪
-Stand back. -Okay. You got it.
-What the... -[boys laughing]
-[deputy] Uh... you got another one? -[JJ] Yeah.
[man] Uh, last time I saw him, he was prepping the Druthers with Sarah.
-[JJ] Guys, don't wait for me. Go. -[Kie] Let's go!
Insane.
-[John B] Hey. -[Pope] Oy.
Okay, how much do I need?
but who cares about the turtles, I guess?
-Bet you can't do this. -[laughing]
-[whispers] Get in the boat. -[JJ] Make a run for it.
[JJ] Okay.
-[Kie] Salud. -[JJ] Skoal.
♪ That storm ♪
-[John B] My bad. -[Pope] You're all good.
-Pogues, pogies, the throwaway fish. -[exhales]
Okay, this one's a quarter full.
and they just kinda sit there, but in actuality,
Thank you.
How about the Humane Society?
-[horn honks] -[boy 1] Bus is leaving!
[JJ] Go, Pope! Go! Go, go, go, go, go, go!
Bro, you know the rule. No Pogue-on-Pogue macking.
All right. Here we go.
-You're asking for it. -[Gary] JJ!
♪ That I sent last summer? ♪
[Pope] You think there's a dead body down there?
-[Pope] Can we please just open the bag? -[John B] Wow, Pope.
[John B] That's Uncle T.
That is not good.
-[sighs] -[seabirds calling]
Get off me. Don't even get me started on microplastic.
You're the golden boy. You got way too much to risk. And you--
-[JJ] Agatha did some work, huh? -[John B] Yeah, she did.
-[motor rattles] -[teens scream]
[door alarm chimes]
You scared the shit out of me.
[John B] You know, I should have learned a long time ago to never listen to JJ.
[gunshot]
[Kie] Stop, you guys!
-Wait, what was that? -What?
-♪ Up inna har belly weh mi sen it ♪ -...unless I make it on my own.
but I know something's wrong.
[all laughing]
[Pope] Hey, hey, cops.
-[JJ] Go, go, go, go! -[Pope] Go into the marsh.
-[rooster crowing] -[footsteps]
And I guarantee there's a serious amount of contraband
[John B] And that's Pope, the brains of the operation...
-somewhere with a six-pack... -[seabirds calling]
[Cameron] I'm sorry. Sarah!
and he vanishes.
-All right. -All right.
[JJ] I don't know. I don't know about the second one.
Those aren't surfable waves, bro.