Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Margaret, why don't you go on in?
I'll go fetch him out.
Well, suit yourself.
Miss Jane gave it to her.
Oh, Melvin!
Well, I know you hadn't, but Miss Drydale made such a point of it.
Looks like it's made out of rubber.
Off to you, sir.
Sit down, Miss Drysdale, while we're waiting for Ellie Mae in, I'll give you your other present.
He don't want to come out as it is.
Fella sure could keep dry in this rascal.
Oh, Elliot, did you get Miss Drysdale's present?
From Milford and me, we know how fond the dear girl is of critters.
We want to get a better look at Skipper's boat.
Mr. Drives, he'll give us wheels for our boat, too.
No way to put water in it.
Hillbilly, that is.
Ellie Mae?
Maybe he ain't American.
We'll put him on the boat, ring the doorbell, and run.
Oh, don't worry, Ellie.
And the special one I made for Mr. Drysdale.
Well, sounds like that ought to float a good-sized boat.
We know how fond you are.
Well, we must have slept through a regular cloudburst.
I can't figure out how to get the clothes in it.
You just throw this around by hand.
You don't say.
I didn't see it.
Howdy, Miss Drysdale.
You betcha we have.