Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I MAY NOT MAKE AN HONEST BUCK BUT I’M 100% AMERICAN
Peevy!
Hey, watch this, Peevy!
Well, that's the end of that
Come on, kid, hand it over so we can all go home.
Ha!
is Cliff Secord, the Fearless Freep. And there he goes!
- No, I've been working all day. - It's them!
Clifford, did you see what this thing did back there?
Well that’s the end of that
- It's Neville Sinclair. - What?
when all of a sudden he comes screaming out of the sun, guns blazing.
You burned it in two seconds when my fuel truck went up.
You're right. I prefer you like that.
Forget it.
Yes, sir. A fan of yours sent some soup over.
Get it off!
Storm Department!
Extra, extra!
I'm paying you well. Does it matter who I work for?
Secord, Peabody! Open up! FBI.
Laughing Bandit, scene 114, take 28.
after you win the nationals.
This is supposed to be a closed set... no visitors!
Come here.
- Besides, the feds are mixed up in this. - I don't want to keep it.
that I may have been... I'm responsible for your having been dismissed.
- What are they doing to Jenny? - Quiet, Patsy! I gotta think.
Clown act!
- You put on quite a show. - They can't find out who we are, Peevy.
You gotta get out of here.
I didn't say that it'd be simple, Eddy.
strapping that thing to your back and flying like a bat out of hell?
- and she may be in trouble. - Park it away from the runway.
If you'd put yourself... completely into my hands,
♪ It brings back the sound Of music so tender ♪
That's why he was bossing Eddie's men around at the South Seas Club. That's why he has Jenny.
I MAY NOT MAKE AN HONEST BUCK BUT I’M 100% AMERICAN AND I DON’T WORK FOR NO TWO-BIT NAZI
I MAY NOT MAKE AN HONEST BUCK BUT I’M 100% AMERICAN
- Get him out! - Peevy!
- But it's to Neville Sinclair. - Okay!
- All right. - Why don't we try that?
Cut! Cut! Cut! Back to first positions.
Take the rocket off... carefully.
And then he can be the sweetest guy in the world.
That's not the routine!
After bouncing off you.
That's Neville Sinclair.
But if she flies the coop, I'm tellin' you right now...
Your Gee Bee could fly circles around that thing.
So she gets a scene with Neville Sinclair and we play scenery.
I bet if we increase the manifold pressure up about 25%...
Lady Luck left her phone number.
Good-bye, Eddie.
All of the above.
I felt something move inside me.
Big gopher.
The effects will pass in a moment.
- Let's get out of here, boys. - It's a rocket.
Did you think I was stealing the scene?
Or getting shot down behind enemy lines?
What do you want?
a condolence call.
FBI, Los Angeles. Agent Morris speaking.
I'm so confused.
Blown to hell.
Leave him alone!
Once in a while it wouldn't hurt to try someplace new, maybe away from the airfield.