Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-Lucky, go. Go, go, go, go, go! -(Lucky neighing)

So, where am I dropping you?

Lucky. (smacks lips)

at least since I set the cameras up.

So you're not completely full of shit.

If they didn't, I don't think any of us

-in Kansas anymore, Toto. -(laughter on TV)

So, you know...

-Watch that shit. -EMERALD (in distance): Hey!

I told his ass not to go.

Now, we land this... (chuckles)

-(screams) Whoa! -Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,

(hoofbeats galloping)

BUSTER: Get makeup for Ms. Bonnie Clayton, please.

We're alive still because we stayed here.

-the Oprah shot. -The Oprah shot?

Either they're intergalactic travelers looking for peace

We gonna get you today, motherfucker.

-You ready? -(crowd murmuring)

EMERALD: Basically, you forgot about it. Over.

(Jupe takes deep breath)

(chittering, thumping)

(laughs) That's, uh,

But first, my boys are gonna come out

You can't do that.

Wait, you... you don't know?

I'm going dark. Over.

...a flying saucer

Is this gonna take longer than an hour?

That little fake horse and flags messed it up good.

(yells, grunts)

Did you get the shot or didn't you? Over.

(clicks tongue)

-(horse neighing) -(OJ grunts)

I'm gonna get 'em back.

ANTLERS: Made her myself.

but does anybody know the name of the Black jockey

It's been harassing villagers,

-Is he? -FYNN: VFX!

(screaming fades)

But, I mean, like, can I get fun OJ out this bitch?

This is in reference to the biggest, bestest,

RIDER: Oh, God!

I set it up so if the power goes down on camera A,

We don't deserve the impossible.

You mind if I get a picture real quick?

(shudders) Fuck!

-AMBER: Hustle. Go, go, go. -(applause) -(boys howling)

(screaming continues)

I'm telling you, man, we don't need a lot.

Hasta la vista. Adios.

(boys laughing, howling)

just drifted off into space and exploded.

I'm about to serve to ten of my closest friends, so...

Pops never looked up at me.

OJ: Hey, hey, hey. Don't look him in the eyes, please.

Let's go ahead and spin the horse.

Bit goes like this.

-So, thing about this camera... -Actually, can it swivel up?

-EMERALD: Go. -(soft popping)

I can't see it anymore, guys.

What if I told you...

Gordy-- Kattan-- goes off.

Get your ice-cold sarsaparilla.

(Gordy hooting softly)

It's about the shit dreams is made of, baby.

OJ: He ain't gonna fuck with you.

Okay, so... so what is that?

He is killing on that stage.

Sure looks strange to me.

-That's right. Happy trails. -(groaning)

OJ: You know I'm broke, right?

Is that how you want your little sister to feel?

with Haywood Hollywood Horses.

(camera whirring)

(shrieking fades)

(deep growling)

GRIZZ: Oh, all right. You got it.

So, as I was saying, uh, Gordy's Home began airing

an inexplicable occurrence, uh, just in the distance...

Ana Gasteyer as Phyllis.

How about we send ol' Jean Jacket

(wood crackling)

assembly of photographs in sequential order

This is in reference to the Gordy's Home incident.

with some clouds sure to come in around 10:00 a.m.

(takes deep breath)

FYNN: Great. And while that's spinning, can we get makeup?

-Shit. -(rumbling)

I actually wanted to, uh, lay some groundwork,

Oh. No apology necessary.

in that fucking cloud right there?

Can you step away from the back, please?

that they're from another planet.

Come back again.

I'm gonna get you, you motherfucker.

I'll get him out.

but I thought that she was the one, you know?

(camera clicks)

(camera clicks)

BUSTER: Fynn, this is OJ, our horse trainer.

And no one knows what the fuck a UAP is,

What happened? Did you guys get robbed?

And second of all, if anybody's a liability... (chuckles)

Do you know they don't call 'em UFOs anymore?

-(clamoring continues) -MAN 3: Hey, you lucky!

They got a word for that?

OTIS SR.: Whoa, now.

It's over. We got it, y'all!