Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa- whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa.

- Hey, hey. Nice moves, Ronnie Anne.

{\an3}- We have to help him find his cart.

- Mom, Dad, can you guys help him?

[clears throat] As I was about to say,

- [squawks] Send him to the pound.

I call it Vertigo

Crikey! All the animals have gone mad! ! U n h Aaah get it out smack her in the head go Gill go fish in my hair

to eliminate the competition.

That shoe is a clue in our investigation.

[kids cheering]

- I call it...Vertigo.

If the spell can't be broken,

- I've got this. Scram, gatos.

- That doesn't matter, Bobby. - Yeah.

Now I can't compete in the contest.

- Abuelo took a hot dog!

He's definitely hiding something, but what?

- Well, eight lives to go.

But we could never hate you.

all: Bobby, where are you?

- Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa. Whoa Is Finished

- Bobby, there's something we have to tell you.

He's scratching, purring, and fighting with Lalo!

- Bobby! - Mmm.

Beautiful color. The buns are warm and fluffy.

smells like hot dogs.

[together] Cats!

- Uh, that's a man.

[squawks] Ow, I can't see.

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And I'm not going home without you.

- And there's the hot dog.

[squawks, grunts]