Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh. Not to brag, but I just got a text on my phone.

‐ ‐Wait, what?

Okay, okay. Breathing, breathing.

"I love my brilliant bun son!"

Maybe you're right.

Teddy, are you holding a cheese grater?

Coming in and out?

You know about taxes, Dad?

Okay. Guess we'll start with the pennies.

Uh, but that's fine!

if we're gonna make it back before lunch.

No, I walk around with butter knives. Yes, of course.

Yeah, I'm sitting in their bed, eating the crackers,

Um, you‐you can count it all out if you like.

Hello? Um, we're in your kitchen now.

Is that my cheese grater? Wait. Is that my butter knife?

People shove them in the wrong box or just... throw them.

The burger is the bun, and the bun is the bun. It's perfect!

Ugh, still better than the sale racks.

- What?! - I'll grate you!

what it felt like to shop in the nice shoe section.

And the lights aren't blinking off and on over here.

I thought you were with your dad.

You with all that change.

We're gonna be yee‐hot... and good at our jobs.

is gonna make it hard to hear the phone?

but, um, it's me. Tina.

Yeah, I think that's best you do.

uh, hold on‐‐ some, um, loose change.

Hamburger buns. I'm gonna eat 'em.

That's a fancy word for "old."

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