Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Miss Farnsby? - Ellen?

Yeah, about that short.

You're welcome.

Ah, he's a sick man. Sick boy. Yes.

- Peter? - Peter?

I don't know; I didn't even see the game, a-ha ha. Peter? Peter?

What's the beef? Didn't the message get delivered?

I mean, she was so sad and weak and depressed and pathetic and poor.

Well, there's, there's no answer.

if you'll excuse the expression.

they are not listed-uh, hold on a second. Hello?

There are millions of messages all for Ellen Farnsby just piled up.

Popsicle, Belmont, ninety thousand dollars.

They're all over the office. I have them here.

A mistake, huh? I'll "Zelda Baby"-

the button here that is on the wall, that is red.

Popsicle to Pelican, and Popsicle won!

W-w-w-wait a minute! You haven't told me how to handle any of this stuff.

Keep your hands up high! And no monkey business,

Oh, sure. You mean, you're going to tie this to the chandelier,

Hello? It's for you.

Are you Ellen Farnsby?

Oh, I'm not Jeffrey. Uh, I'm, uh, I'm the Urgent Answering Service,

That's when I'll have to choose

What do you say? Do you want to take the job?

a veritable sea of telephones, just multi-colored communicators...

Well, as long as it's not serious-

Kellogg's best to you

"Call Zelda Baby. Love, love, love. Urgent."

you see, and, uh, well, you hadn't called to pick up any of your messages,