Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh, yeah, that's right, Granny.

I think I know where it might be.

That was only money!

This time she tried to steal Mr. Ted's shovel.

I'll fetch my slingshot!

He ain't to blame.

I don't mind if I'm trembling, Granny.

I'm not afraid of that little hillbilly hoodlum.

They would like to thank you folks for kindly dropping in.

Please, sister, it'll cure it right away.

How about letting her send her maid?

But he'll go eight or better.

All right, and you got some eating to do.

Let go of my gun!

Good morning, honey.

Now, now, hold on.

He grabbed my shotgun and bent it double.

We're ready for the groundbreaking ceremonies, Mr. Ted!

Then you may have to do a little of both.

It's all right, Mr. Drysdale.

Suppose you tell me.

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What's going on out here?

That goomer is a good 12 foot tall!