Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

We's all one big royal family.
Where is he?
Excuse me, Miss Jane, but I reckon you'd be wanting to wear this on the plane.
Oh, I do feel you should investigate the situation, Mr. Clapper.
How do you like my castle dress?
Britney ever become a brain surgeon, did not you?
Now, put your feet up.
Miss Newton-Berry, my royal maid.
Head Barlet to His Majesty the Earl of Clampton.
Oh, go on.
Bye.
Thank you.
You belong in the castle.
She ain't blood kin to you like Ellie and me, but that makes her a vassal.
Yes, ma'am.
Pardon me, chaps.
You mean the Queen ain't gonna feed me to the bee feeders?
That's what I'm raving about.
You get in there.
You go along as a oaf.
But what if your wife doesn't want to go?
I ain't going if I can't go like royalty.
Beautiful.
But, Uncle Jed, it's true.
The girl is my royal cousin.
I could never expect... Didn't you tell me your ancestors were English?
Dress up proper, like us.