Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

in my work to clean it up.

Uh... Not because I'm afraid of the mouse.

when I deliver the kill shot.

You come in throwing your weight around. You put up your Post-it notes.

Either way, we outwitted this cunning animal

I tried. I promise.

And you don't wanna work on my game, do you?

Right. Only if you say it first.

- Office, lights down. - Dimming.

Yeah. That's what I was saying.

You look like you're having a stroke. It looks crazy.

We need to call an exterminator.

I don't know if you heard, but I'm having big ideas now too.

... about stupid shit that doesn't matter.

Love it, love it, love it, love it.

I've tried to help you. Every single time I try, you kick me out.

I gave you a simple task, to look for... [SCREAMS]

Wait, Poppy, Poppy, Poppy, Poppy.

[IAN] I mean, come on. Office, lights on.

- Problem solved. - No, not solved.

- [IAN] Office, lights up. - Raising.

I think I know what kind of rat we're dealing with.

I had to hold frozen peas to your neck all day.

Pretty cool, huh?

Imagine a world where each individual employee

Well, because I haven't conditioned the air in any way.

That's... That's how I remember my big ideas, 'cause I'm...

And where is it?

You lookin' mad sweaty.