Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You ain't never, ever, never, never leaving the clurb.
A frown in the clurb is like a fart in the wind.
Me. I-it was me.
Exactly.
Would like to grace us with a poem.
♪ but I do what I do to bri-- ♪
I do not endorse this. [ coughs ]
Seeing all this commotion over my bike is an honor,
V.I.P. Isn't v.I. When you're the only "p" in it.
We got cash registers. [ cash register dings ]
Decaf, right?
That'll be $388.
Now, clean that up.
What?