Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

They couldn't care less about that tea-sipping poodle pack you run with.

Your soap's done, Granny.

Howdy, Miss Jane.

You know what that stuff needs, don't you?

All right, sir.

Don't burn yourself.

You don't look like me.

Now, you and Ravenswood run along home and I'll handle everything, all right?

All 300 of them.

Well, I'd say it's about half gone.

I've seen a jug of this raise a barn for it near single-handed.

She didn't say no particular time, Jethro, but when it commences, we's in charge of it.

Perhaps Jethro could drive you around in the truck.

Please don't go.

I'll have to speak to Granny about cooking her soap someplace else.

Well, I'm giving a garden party this afternoon, about three.

Looks like we got here in a nick of time.

Oh, sure that's where it is.

The only one moving is that fiddler player.

Gee, I would like you to meet a society family who are on their way to your wife's formal garden party.