Higher.
Other side.
Left.
Break it on the other side.
The other side.
- Rick, Rick, Rick, Rick. - What?
Whacking the finata.
[gasping]
I don't get why this stupid finata won't break!
Come on!
- Break it! - Harder!
Here, I found a shovel.
Whack it, Piper!
Dear God, she's using a shovel.
Hello.
[both] Uh, hey.
Hi, how are you?
I'm Mrs. Berg, the birthday girl's mom.
Right, right.
okay, so, which one of you is Burples
and which one is Schmutz?
[both] Uh, I'm Burbles.
[both] Uh, I'm Schmutz.
I, okay, we went over this.
But, I'm Burples most of the time.
You know, we trade off.
[laughing]
You two really are clowns. [laughing]
Thanks a lot.
Well, I'll just leave
the entertainment up to you guys then.
That'd be great, ma'am. Thank you.
We are professional clowns.
Okay.
[chattering]
Dang it, they're gonna break that thing open any second.
Ah, ooh, ooh, I gotta plan. I gotta plan.
W-Wait.
Hey, kids. Hi, over here, kids.
- What are you doing? - Shh.
What?
Uh, you want to know what's more fun
than whacking a finata?
Tell us.
- What? - What?
Whacking... Burples, the clown.
[cheering]
No, no. No, no, no.
Yeah, you're indestructible.
- So. - So, just take it.
[screaming]
[grunting]
[screaming]
Oh, the kids are having such fun.
Ow! Why do you have a brick?!
[grunting]
[screaming]
[grunting]
Where are your parents?!
[grunting]
Come on. Come on.
[grunting]
[screaming]
Ow!
[grunting]
[screaming]
Another backyard full of stupid kids.
I hate kid's birthday parties.
Maybe we could steal some good presents.
Yeah, that'd be nice.
Uh, who are you people?
We're the clowns.
But I thought that these--
Hey. Hey, who are those clowns?
Hey.
That clown ain't supposed to be here.
Yeah, we booked this job.
Huh?
Uh, look, uh,
there's a perfectly rational explanation.
Won't you shut up and get out of here.
Are you guys threatening me?
Maybe.
[shrieking]
O-Oh, that's it.
You're going down, clown.
Come on.
Clown fight! Clown fight!
[groaning]
[buzzing]
The zombies!
Help!
[screaming]
It's hurting my brain!
They're killing us!
[screaming]
- Uh. - Uh, uh.
Ha- Happy birthday, Gabby!
Alright. We hope you have more.
Okay, we gotta go.
Clowns! Mister. Clowns.
- Yeah, what's up? - Yeah, what's up, big dog?
You're supposed to stay
and entertain the children until 5:00.
That's, uh, two more hours.
Oh, um, the thing is--
See, the thing about that--
[overlapping chatter]
Hey! Gabby wants you clowns
to make some stuff with balloons.
Oh.
But we... we have to go.
So, do it.
Look, kids, airplane.
Uh. Look, I made an X.
[coughing]
Uh, excuse me. How much longer do we have to be here?
An hour and 55 minutes.
Oh, God.