Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Man, like, can you beat those skins.
Everything's a gimmick. But I can't quit.
Why don't you just sing a song and let it go at that?
How about Number 42 from the old book?
When those saints go marchin'in
A man? Lmpossible.
Sounds more like a hog-calling contest.
He's one of us.
and on the skins, Barney Rubble...
Yeah, I want to be in that number
I don't get it.
No, no, wait!
I don't know, Betty. But the Golden Smog seems to be a hit with these kids.
Faster, Fred. Faster!
- Wait for us, Big Daddy. - Here they come.
Of all the dumb tricks you've ever pulled...
Shelly, let this cat use your skins for a number.
When the saints come marchin'in
Fucking Getting Your Seatbelt
I'm afraid of the dark.
This year I'd like to do something different.
Right.
- Hi, Fred. What's new? - Nothing new. Same old trouble.