Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Moops. Moops.
No. Donald, stop it.
- It's Moops. - Moors.
- Excuse me. - Oh, here.
I'm thinking of going up myself.
He's like a prisoner. No friends. Just his mother and me.
Yes, a billionaire bubble boy
It's his birthday. I can't go to the cabin.
This is Donald.
A bubble boy? Yes, a bubble boy!
- Raspberry, strawberry. - Strawberry, cranberry.
I don't know if he likes her as much as he likes it.
Hey, happy birthday.
That is so lame Gerry.
Do you smell something?
Moors! Moops! Moops!
I'm sorry I can't make it.
My Newports!
Hold these pies.
Well, when you mail me a new one, I'll send you back this one.
- Well, I'm off to the links. - Yeah.
Joyce
- It's my father's cabin! - The cabin is on fire.
Hey Fernando, Happy Birthday!
I'm not paying until I get that back.
No. It's frustrating.
Okay, history.
- No good? - This is what you came up with?
Hey!
The correct answer is the Moops.
They got pies, and I got the directions right here.
My grandmother died two months early from how I reacted in the hospital.
- Ah, Kramer. - Hello, boys.
- I don't know. - Come on, I don't wanna tag along...
We lost them. Do you know that? We lost them.
- Hey, Seinfeld. - Hey, happy birthday.