Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Abuelo's been perfecting his recipe

- HotDog-HotDog-HotDog-HotDog-HotDog-HotDog-HotDog-HotDog.

I love what you did with the toppings.

{\an7}- Drag one through the garden, Bruno.

- Come on! - Where are you?

- Oh, they're so awful!

- [squawks] There's no escape.

[muffled breathing]

- Oh. Hey, guys.

Let's get out the here-Let's get out the here-Let's get out the here-Let's get out the here-Let's get out the here!

It's not working.

[dramatic music]

all: Casagrandes! We're all familia!

then you all shouldn't have to live with me.

- Follow that wiener!

- Look. A pickle shoe.

[children cheer]

Sure we hate cats.

- That leaves Abuelo.

- But he didn't take the cart.

- I'm ready for you gatos.

- Bobby, are you okay?

Shut Up, Man. It's Working

I can turn you into any animal.

- Great work, Carl. Lalo, can you track the scent?

[bell jingles] [grunts]

I didn't want to live without your hot dogs

Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa!