Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

The moon is shining.

Well, don't worry, Granny.

You haven't got a chance.

Said, California's the place you ought to be.

I hope Mr. Drysdale will find my work pleasing.

I think this fella needs psychiatry.

You go right ahead.

They used to call me Brick.

Now stay here, mister.

I thought I had a picture of him around.

It'll look much better when I pomade it and comb it.

Chief, your father can't beat you.

Well, it's better than getting wiped out.

You see, I didn't want to turn on the lights and wake my wife.

Dad, I think he left the folders on too long.

Now get up and win this one for the old jipper.

You're in this too.

Why's that fellow want us out of the building?

Dentist, doctor, surgeon, barber, obstetrician, you name it, she does it.

I reckon you beat her up regularly.

Cleaned them out.

Let's go out tonight and live it up!

Just for that, I helped the clappers stay in the fifth floor for a year.

Are you calling me out, Drysdale?

You know, he even had the nerve to ask me if you belong to the Teeth Whittler's Union or the Harness Mender's Guild.

But I sure am sleepy.

He's nothing but a nitpicker, a busybody.

And stop bothering Granny, and all the Clappetts!