Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

All right, there.
She's about to get some on-the-job training.
Then why don't she come over and apologize?
Groundbreaking?
She stole my lumber!
Help me!
Let's sing her a welcome.
When I bit into it, it kind of fought back.
Help me!
Help me!
I'll learn that little runt to bend my guns.
Thank you.
We're marching into battle again the drive day over!
I'll do what I can to hit her off, but I'm afraid the fat's in the fire.
This will make a dandy shelf.
This one here is for the shovel!
Help me!
No more song, no more hymn.
Fetch my shotgun.
Help me!
Mrs. Drysdale, I have apprehended the kleptomaniac, Ellie's chimp.
Huh?
May I?
Help me!
Down in my heart.
Swimming pools.
Because the kind deed turneth away wrath, and pride goeth before a fall.
I'm to blame.
Never.
Any more?
Oh, yes, Granny.
Why, it's light as a feather.
Good, but springy.