Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I heard you were muscling in on my treasure hunting turf.
Come, Papa. Back to the farm.
♪ Or rewrite history
I'm proud of you, lad!
Don't you mean "served"?
who will give us our gold and turnips?
That's the problem with "never", lassie.
Come on. You know I don't know how to turn people back.
All thanks to Scrooge McDuck.
Okay, moneybags.
You two are in league with each other.
share it with my family.
But would he have lit that dynamite
I mean, he's planting dynamite under Scrooge's chair right now.
You ruined my inheritance,