Mother: Son, did you...did you just lift up my skirt? Don't look away and act all innocent. Mommy can find a date her own way, thank you very much.
This woman apparently missed the memo banning Three Amigos colors from being worn along with high heels. Some people have no respect for the classics.
Monk daddies; because making/drinking whiskey for 30 years can cause you to forget a few things you might have done.
Kid Cowyboy: What the...Dad!!! You told me I was getting the turbo model. This thing couldn't gallop its way out of a paper bag!
Baby: I said no pictures lady! Bruno, do something terrible.
The older mariachi was being paid by the hour, and these young-uns were walking way too fast for him to be able to afford that adult-sized guitar he'd been eyeing.
Loz Zorros, the notorious band of candy thieves from Carpinteria, flaunt their disdain for authority by participating in the fiesta parade.
Woman with camera (quietly): There's a young man back there taking pictures of our children. Take him out back and shred his pervert arm into a confetti egg.
The others: Yes godmother.
Mike TV didn't know why he was here with these mexican kids. Or why he hadn't aged in the past 40 years. But he did know that if his mom withheld another Wonka royalty check from him, it'd take more than a candy bar to settle him down.
Andria's impersonation of a pony on meth was dead on. Not that she's ever fed drugs to a pony before. No. That'd be wrong.
Jen was used to Alex's antics, but the full body checking he was administering to each bar patron may be taken the wrong way by some.
Pet skirts, because nothing is more embarassing to a pet than having humans see their legs.
Fiesta, the only time besides Halloween when the baby/adult mutants come out to play.
Alex: 8-ball, corner pocket. Cue ball, side pocket. Wow, this makes me want to play some pocket pool, if you know what i mean. Eh, eh?!
Having had enough of dive bars, we headed out to the next logical place for our fiesta filled evening: the bowling alley.