Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

honestly, I just feel like...
(barks, growling)
Are you sure you can drive, dude?
Whoa, whoa, whoa. Dude, what are you doing? Mmm.
(inflating sounds)
(high-pitched tone) FRANK: What's happening?
So we're good. Let's-let's do it.
Mr. Reynolds, you're a very lucky man.
Get up.
Oh, yeah. (sighs)
Oh, is that the gang?
(choking) (thudding)
Where's the rent, Frank?
(squeaking)
We... yeah, we probably should go to sleep.
(beep) Ah.
LAME!
Starving. (whistle sounds)
Right there!
I am starting to feel woozy.
_ _
(soft groaning, sighs)
Lame!
All right, Mac, you got to find some other way over that fence.
(phone chimes) Oh, God.
Pull yourself together, get to the bar.
(growling, snarling)