Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Look how she texts.

This period, right after you get canned,

That is so beautiful.

So, you don't run your own bakery anymore?

Is she still keeping her Molting Day lights up

(groaning): I'm so tired.

I-I'm sorry, Tuca. I can't help it.

Mom, I tried having my own bakery, but I wasn't ready.

I apologize. There's nothing more beautiful

(chuckles) All the pros have one.

and if she doesn't answer, you'll know that it's you.

I feel like you've mentioned you'd like to have

(singing in Spanish)

I'm only interested in a pants sale

on how not to go crazy while staying sober.

This is a bathhouse.

but we can scrub all the dead feathers

My mom's dead, I'll always be in pain,

Fine, but I've got a plan for a smooth Fledging Day.

Tell him not to. Tell him not to!

and palm your grandkids a wad of cash and wink,

(regurgitating noisily)

(Spanish accent): Oh, no.

Besides, it's a "buy one, get one" deal.

Ew! Mom, make him stop!

But I'm just so confused.

And the worst at following my advice.

So, what do I do now?

-How could I refuse a BOGO? -Okay.

This is for butts and boobs!

-You're having a good time? -Yes. Are you?

Make this our Fledging Day tradition, huh?

not about this stupid holiday?

and I want you to have everything