Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Avian flu has just hit the town of Pawnee.
Oh, well, joke's on you.
Right. So how do I kill 'em-- like, with a gun?
Probably six to eight more hours.
- See you guys. - Okay. Donna, Jerry--
I mean, we're all in black tie.
so I know what I'm talking about.
Doesn't that offend your refined Parisian sensibilities?
Yeah, and people could donate,
Every dollar spent here tonight by you, the community,
Hmm, what could be on this?
So just, uh, keep taking calls. You're doing great.
Wrist lock. Boom, too much pain, you can't even hit me.
As soon as I'm done with these birds.
Ann.
My mother is getting a colonoscopy today.
We've got plenty of food and entertainment...
That's "Mission Im-Pawnee-able: Knope Protocol."
and Herbie Fully Loaded.
Leslie, it's okay.
This is Ron. Go ahead, caller.
which she is pretending is allergies.
Give yourselves a hand.
I'm not even sure there's anyone there to drive her home,
to find all the infected birds in the area and perform CPR.
Off the record? We're leaning towards Jamm.
Scenario-- a high-school-aged child
I'm dead.
- Fix it, Ben! Fix it! - Okay.
That family took a terrible hit.
Specifically asked that the drill to be done today
- Oh, who you want me to kill? - No one.