Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Hey, Mr. Carlson-- [ Chuckles ]

Only the mail, Herb. That's all I'll ever have for you.

I get that answer from everybody around here. "Oh, no problem."

Look, we're the young ones.

Wait a minute. I assure you that there is nothing in the world wrong with the Big Guy.

Just knowing that you're in here, boss-- uh, boss--

It was like the turkeys mounted a counterattack

- Oh, yeah. - You have to draw the line somewhere.

Heck no, Big Guy. I'm with you 100%.

Children are searching for their mothers, and--

Well, gentlemen, tomorrow is turkey day.

yes, there was some damage, sir, but no one was hurt.

Uh, well, no. There's quite a crowd though. Where's the Big Guy?

I still have this picture in my mind of...

Andy, I gotta talk to you about Carlson.

Yeah, well, get in line. Hmm? Oh, surely.

Okay, Johnny, you ready for whatever?

Yes. Uh, good-bye.

All right, what's Carlson done?

I mean, you're my right arm, man. What's happening out there in the field?