Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Well, Pa went upstairs to change his clothes, and Mr. Pinckney tried to stop him.

Surely he doesn't think the Clampetts are your servants.

But by our standards, they are excellent servants.

Yeah, especially with all the signs we put up.

No sir, it's growed on.

Where is Mr. Drysdale?

And you're setting a fine example for young Master Jethro.

Granny's fixing your tea.

Now, wait a minute.

You want to take up my jug and give him a little welcome snort?

Find out where he's from?

Well, come on in.

Swimming pools, movie stars.

You don't know what to call that critter cousin, Ellie.

By the way, his name is Pinckney, Arthur Pinckney.

Boy, Uncle Jed, this here running a boarding house sure is lots of work.

I look like a darn fool.

I don't think I could abide another boarder like him.

No wonder Mrs. Drysdale was frantic to engage my services.

She ought to make a heap, charging a dollar a day.

is the American way past the button.

Just long enough for inspection.

Oh, she tried to get rid of us, but Mr. Drysdale won't let her.

She's having more fun than a bear cub in a honey tree.

I guarantee it, sir.

Yeah, but a dollar a night?

Oh, please, sir.

They won't take servants.

He's up there rooting around like a hog in a new pen.

I like these new clothes Mr. Pinkney brought us.

Outdoor swimming.