Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Ah, what is it?

I ain't good enough!

All right, all right.

I'll get you a chair.

Take your shoes off.

I suppose he's married already.

But now it's time to say goodbye to Jed and all his kin.

You don't have to do no cooking.

That nice-looking young fella out of Maine's got in there.

Good luck, boy.

Let's go ask her.

Now, you get on out to the kitchen, and I'll talk to you directly.

No, ma'am, Granny.

Well, if you're gonna get so riled up, just call a doctor and tell him not to come.

Duke's been feeling poorly, and I didn't want him crawling under the house like he usually does where the Critter Doctor couldn't get to him.

Granny, go home.

Well, that's the young fella you said to be nice to.

We don't even know he's here to court Ellie, yet you scare him away before they said howdy.

Oh, now that's too bad.

You're the critter doctor?

And behave yourself.

Well, it's such an odd name to call one's sister.

Oh, Ellie Mae, let's put him back in here.

Granny, we don't need you no more.