Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

That's enough.
Hey!
The name is J.D.
Are we gonna have a surprise party?
How about a nightcap?
You cut into my cake!
Oh, I could hide my scarecrow and my cake and just roast it in a chest.
Strictly speaking, she's my mother-in-law.
Brought her back to life.
Oh, it's about your mother-in-law, Granny.
Drysdale will know about it.
Well, Ellie, that's a dandy-looking cake.
Here's the number, Ellie.
Lookie here!
Cut down one of our trees to make... No, sir.
There was a crow sitting on it.
We'll plant her as soon as we take care of Granny.
You're into me for five weeks' salary, and you haven't even sold your first plot yet.
I appreciate your calling Happy Valley, but I will have to ask about credit.
I got the crow.
That's powerful stuff.
Why can't we live in the country where folks can breathe, raise things, and shoot off a gun?
What's the use?
We'll call it Green Acres.
Because there ain't no skier crow that can shoot straight.
We just let the hogs and chickens have them.
I'll call him for you, Pa.
Sure, we aim to put in a whole bunch of them.
Not over my dead body.
Believe me, when Clampett goes, that guy'll kill himself.
Get through, you letter them guard markers, Ellie Mae.
It's Granny.
Yes, sir, Uncle Jed.
We've got a lot to do before Granny wakes up.
Sue me.
But I make the icing here.
I gotta build me a fire break across my stomach.
Oh, no.
Two drinks of that and you don't feel a thing.
Hi there, Mr. Mortimer.