Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Pimento, welcome back.

'Cause I knew if I did, I would stab you in the face.

- It was a powerful image. - I think I rushed this all

I'll administer it.

So, what's this about a giant flan?

Right? Anyway. I should boogie.

Oh, please. Don't make me sit behind a desk all day.

My God. Charles!

Just sign here.

No! Interrogate him!

This is great. You were right all along.

Right over this manhole cover.

Or a fidget spinner?

Catch him with his spoon in the flan.

Forget it. You ruin everything.

You know, I might want a couple minutes up here alone.

Thank you for understanding.

BOTH: Uh, I couldn't possibly.

Hang on. Were you creeps watching that the whole time?

You didn't come home.

I swear to my personal Lord and Savior, Steph Curry,

Packing your desk.

a traumatic work-lapse.

- Hm. - No fingerprints.

- Oh. - Desk duty is a nightmare.

There is no Jenny McFadden.

They have a deep bottom pocket for my notepad,

looking for Weezies and I got pointed to MizzBK-Sneaks.

We're done. It's over.

(SIGHING) Okay. So,

- Babe, wait. - Oh, I've been waiting.

I guess you should have your blood back too.

I thought you would be reckless, but I was wrong.

Write something good.

- Humble five? - You know it.

Must be so nice having Pimento back.

I'm so confused.

Yeah, but think about how much faster he would've done it

Follow the flan.

Wow, throwing your file all over the place, Charles?

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Before we begin,

My boy's got bunches of explunches. Hit 'em, Jake.