Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I knew we was on something.
Little John.
Bessie Hill's Yellow Bessie.
Granny, I told you we ain't going back there and feud with them folks.
The government beat us to it.
He got me on ya.
Well, pick it up and pack it, because we's going home.
The only thing you're taking off is them red long johns.
Come on, get moving!
Captured me a handsome knot.
Tell them you ain't seen nothing of us.
Now hold on.
Just the two of us?
I like the notion, but can't we wear Jeff Davis gray?
Now, now, now, let's give them a pleasant send-off.
You're in for it now, old.
Chicken!
Pedro, your Uncle Chicken is shaming us in the eyes of the whole world.
Gotcha, Robbie.
I feel great.
Get off the truck.
Granny, you'll confuse a boy.
I'm talking about that throne and all this other junk.
How about a bite to eat?
I figured Bess and me could climb to the top of the big alum tree out front.
I'll find Ellie a feller.
You better stay out of Sherwood Forest.
How did that happen?
Well, how about you?
Oil, that is.
Innocent boy.
Hey, listen.