Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Thanks. - Here's what I got on the mayor...

You got the brass to do this job. Otherwise, I wouldn't have picked you.

Yo Ass Need a Hook & Ladder Cuz that Boi is Puffing on Backwoods and Swisher Sweets He’s Blowing Smoke all over this office that’s why his teeth are yellow and nails are brown and lips are black

Amazing, isn't it?

- Well, I was dealing with my own crisis. - Yeah, I noticed.

You know, I've always wanted what's right for my son.

- And you put a stop to that? - Yes...

...and it's not exactly sunny in here, is it?

Sorry, but I don't have a choice.

- Honey, you deserve it. - Oh, well, I don't know.

Forget it, let's get out of here!

- Jimmy, can you do something for me? - Anything, name it.

Last year, he tapped into the Pentagon mainframe, pulled off the coolest prank.

Hey, Jimmy, how you coming on those phone records?

- Further along? - Have any new leads?

Need I remind you, little brother...

Yeah. Yeah, I've been waiting for your call.

Now, listen. You sure you two are okay with this?

What if those were just tests to see if he...?

That's how I feel. But what am I supposed to do?

Okay, go ahead. Shoot. I dare you.

More money, less hours.

Yeah, he'll live. But whoever caused it tapped into their computer system.

Tastes like sludge.

How would you know? You weren't even there half the time.

I'm sorry. What does this have to do with the front page?

As soon as you hit the stratosphere, she'll blow.

Great. Wait till Dad finds out about this.

I've been asking myself the same...

This looks like a job for Superman to me.

Perry used to mix us up all the time and you never objected to him.

It's your turn to watch her take off on a moment's notice, huh?

- The Rocket Center. - Excuse me?

I can't afford to not have you on what might be the best story.