Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

And that's perfect.

What are you working on there, honey?

Please, you gotta!

I bet little Irma ain't so tough when the tables are turned, huh?

I'll just take an incy-wincy bite of that.

I guess you really do need to practice to keep up the skill.

We're thinking tear gas.

Don't touch the hundreds, jerk.

There isn't really a tiger in this box, but doesn't it look exactly like there could be a tiger in this box?

Sure, we could do it that way.

Man comes home from a leisurely morning of fishing and eating grass.

Shut up, maggot.

True lovers would actually share their candy bars with each other.

That fat, drunk guy.

58-year-old moron paperboy, Chris Peterson.

Don’t Run Away. Wait Someone Is Going To Get In Trouble!

Sometimes the sight of overwrought, weeping, crying loved ones can be quite effective.

Hey, there's a man in here.

And if you can, to the left.

We'd invite you for coffee with us, but frankly, Mr. Peterson and I have no use for pathetic big house scum like yourself.

Yeah, yeah, that's right.

Now, stay tuned for Charlie Hoover.