Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Never mind.
Take a look at that.
What do you think you're doing?
Wait, he's coming, honey!
Santa's promised no surgery.
No, it's worse than that.
Nothing, you'll see.
But now it's time to say goodbye to Jed and all his kin.
A 19-holer?
He was charging me 200 bucks a day.
I wonder how that got there.
What else?
We ain't gonna let them squirrely TV quacks get you again.
What ghastly experiments are they conducting in there?
Oh, she does.
And I'm Peter Pan.
Hillbilly, that is.
Uh-oh.
Oh, sad boy.
Hey, there's a doctor waiting out front to see you.
A nurse?
That's it.
I've been trying to do that, but he ain't at home, and he ain't at the bank, nor Miss Jane, neither.
Oil, that is.
We'll have her well in no time.
Are you serious?
Granny needs us.
Let me out of this mad house!
Okay.
Open wide, Miss Drysdale.
Oh, no, she hasn't.
Will you lower your voice?
So that's what happened.
Jeff, now push the control buttons.