Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

introducing at 265 pounds...
Fred's in an odd mood today.
I just won $500 for knocking out the Champ.
- I saw a mouse. That's what. - Okay.
I'll hide the ring in the finger hole.
They needed cash, so the little fellow is going to fight the Champ tonight...
She's gone. Now's my chance to get that ring.
Barney, would you do me a favor?
You know the old saying, Wilma.
Mama will make some nice pop-up toast for you.
Come on, Barney. Be a good guy.
There's a little matter of my $500.
What do you mean? I'm all right. Go ahead.
No. You girls seem to be a little confused.
I don't want to give it to her till Saturday.
Will you forget about the ring for Betty?
You're a card, Fred.
I suggest you check with the Buddy Buddy Credit Jewelers.
With all these new frozen pies, Wilma never does any baking anymore.
I think it's the nicest, sweetest thing I've ever heard.
Lucky for Betty, you mean.
Nothing over the price of a postage stamp? Got you.
Cake? That did it. Now it's on my mind again.
It's the churchy lafem.
Wilma, the Champ will kill my Barney.