Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

We don't have a lot of money to pay you up front--

What happened to we both failed at finding good presents?

Forget it! Come on!

-Ghost. -You good. You good. You good.

I was supposed to get to train Jean Jacket.

What's that about?

(rousing orchestral music ends)

Luan Loud it’s your fault

♪ Brother man, brother man, yeah, row... ♪

AMBER: If you'd like, I can go ahead and put you down...

First of all, that's not my side shit. This is.

So let me take you back to that first night.

MAN 2: We're set up, ready to go.

...gonna be magic soon.

Don't look. Don't look.

ANGEL: Uh, hey, guys.

OJ! It's in the cloud!

Undeniable, singular, the...

Ended up using camels anyways, so...

(people screaming in distance)

(birds chirping)

Where'd you get yours?!

Hello! How y'all doing?

Bang! Yes, a good boy.

-See you. -(door opens, closes)

BUSTER: Yeah, we'll rehearse one first,

♪ I got the voices of many in my throat ♪

I got to get out this house.

-Oh, no! -(melodic popping)

And though they have yet to emerge from their ship,

AMBER: Hi there. It's Amber again from Jupe's Claim.

-Yeah, yeah. -Uh, step out.

I mean, they pretty much nailed it better than I could.

-Aw. -AUDIENCE: Aw.

(soft popping, echoing)

You're really tucked away back here.

Don't worry about it. You need anything?

a halfway decent birthday present.

-It's on! -Hey. You stole their horse.

All right? I'm sorry.

You don't look at it unless you want its attention.

And we don't own shit.

(Emerald and Angel arguing indistinctly in distance)

Uh, hey, guys. Uh, Jean Jacket is definitely in those clouds,

(distorted): spectacle.

(people screaming)

(Emerald and Angel continue arguing)

♪ That you don't see the tears ♪

♪ In a little old seaport town ♪

OJ: Yeah, now you mention it,

PHYLLIS: Oh, beautiful, Haley.

Why is Ghost in the arena?

The-the monkey went crazy or some shit.

You can probably hear th-the shock in my voice.

It's in the cloud...it's in the cloud!

That's right. Happy trails.

Where is the feed for Holst's camera?

OJ: Well, let 'em come.

So I guess we're stuck with Junior over here.

-I know. -(horse grunting)

(panting): Excuse me. Sorry.

And you have no idea how to tell time.

so you should be fine.

ANTLERS: Give me the lid. Give me the lid.

-♪ Walk on by ♪ -EMERALD: To the man.

So, as I said, in just under an hour,

-Commodore. -Yeah.

Darrell Hammond as Tom.

The fuck is he doing?

(birds chirping)

Whoa, now. Whoa, now.

♪ Just let me grieve in private... ♪

And, um... boom.

Hi. I can help you over here.

EMERALD: Oh, damn.

-(shuddering breaths) -(heavy thumping)

Okay, it's still on.

Get out of here!

Yeah, I was, uh... I was Lil' Jupe.

Smell of horse shit and fresh air.

-MARY JO: Hey, Gordy. Surprise! -(Phyllis gasps)

Please, browse away.

I can monitor the feeds remotely myself, if you want.

-(electronics powering up) -(distorted music playing)

Talk to me. What happened?

Remember Jean Jacket?

I can't just let that go.

The light, it's...

-What else? What else? -Ghost.

(wind whistling)

and knock a horse's dick out your damn hand.

...standing right here at this window,

Then, uh, one day...

(quietly): Fucking dicks.

(music playing faintly)

(strained yelling)

(Lucky neighing)