Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[sighs]
"These pastries taste like farts." [scoffs]
[door opens and closes]
♪ Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa ♪
-Denied! -Can I use the bathroom?
[Pastry Pete] I made... made... made...
[sighs]
One winter, St. Oriole decided he'd rather stay home than migrate.
-Whoa. Are you okay? -[sobbing]
♪ Tuca & Bertie, Tuca & Bertie Tuca & Bertie, Tuca & Bertie ♪
Okay, Tuca, this is not cute.
♪ It's Molting season, Molting season ♪
You have to choose me!
Get started on those crünts. And don't neglect the crunts.
-What? -You worked for me.
You're having trouble getting your business off the ground.
That's what I was trying to say when you kept talking about shitting.
♪ Making nights so bright and sparkly ♪
Boy, oh, boy, I sure do love these Sweet Beak pastries. [laughs]
Um, do you have a shower or bathroom?
Yay!
You just start making those sweet rolls. I'll get us some bodies!
♪ Molting season, Molting season... ♪
But when we zoom back in again, close enough to see the details,
like I need a giant hawk to shit in my mouth.
♪ Gotta get to work ♪
Oh, my God. The northwest corner of--
Maybe Baker Beth was right.
I wanna fix this house up, and I want you to live in it with me.
And stay out of my bakery!
-[phone buzzing] -...a miracle!
Something weird is going on here. I guess we can--
Actually, I think we have one more delivery to make.
Great! Let me just check over your application.
-[grunting] -I brought you something.
Sorry, we only have six scoops available.
Uh...!
[Bertie and Tuca scream]
I just love seeing the different rituals of preparing and eating food,
Maybe our relationship has some holes, but there's a good foundation there...