Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

topped with queso Torta del Casar.
- Who? - You, Otto Von Jizmarck.
Idiot!
Lana Kane, private investigator.
I'm making an executive decision.
How do you not have a gun?
'Cause my theory is Casper and Spooky
Ha! So long, Idaville!
I mean...
No, sorry for that.
What's up your bleached asshole?
Which I haven't gotten any yet, so...
completely...
Had to be the goofy pink one.
Get down! Move!
My God, it must be worth millions!
you know, if we don't get murdered.
Yes?
This is a deconstructed slider
Uh, dahoy.
Which...
seems like a pretty big risk.
Either one,
Hm, like five hours?
welcome to this robbery.
Oh, hi. Uh, so sorry. I thought
Perhaps we should begin anew.
And also, dahoy.
Who we're supposed to be guarding.
you and I find ourselves
Because this.
But, I mean, don't get me wrong.
For the love of Christ, woman!
My what?