Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

If only someone could rid the neighborhood of them.
Hey, here comes Miss Charlesdale.
Well, Margaret, I just couldn't take any plane, you know.
And you only seen his game played once, huh?
You met him at the airport.
Just a minute, uh... Yeah, that's right.
Hop on, Miss Drydale.
Ain't we gonna eat?
You'll enjoy this.
I had no idea places like that existed.
My father is a Farquhar.
All right.
I just stuck another possum in the oven for you.
Swimming pools.
Well, I don't think you understand the gravity of this situation.
Thank you.
Honey!
Got it.
Wait!
Oh, rustic, huh?
Oh, fine, fine.
You mean that I don't owe them?
Just a minute, Mr. Drysdale.
Welcome to California, Mr. Farquhar.
Money hasn't changed them at all, huh?
Yes, sir.
They're terrible people.
Gone?