Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Bells ringing, money flowing.

Now, come on, the only way that my plan is gonna work...

Cheyenne Indians used to take a young brave and leave him in the desert...

All right, fine.

Yes! Eight. I won.

I should be taking you to Vegas with me instead of Carlton.

What are you complaining about? I'm the one who caught it and got rid of it.

- So, what are we gonna do? - Go to the mall and scam on guys.

I mean, I went into the desert just like my father said. I had my knife.

Jump on it Jump on it

Tossing and turning, thinking about that mouse.

- But you don't understand. - Carlton...

- Aah! - Perhaps it's kicking in.

Wow, Will, the casino's head office.

So then it's settled. Chips are fine.

Whoo! Give me the loot. Give me the loot. I'm a bad, bad man.

- Sure. - Let me paint you a little picture.