Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh, howdy.
Where do you reckon they are?
Reckon this stuff's a mite strong for city folks?
That dog is not afraid of that.
I assure you there is no cause for concern, Doctor.
Well, she probably went home.
Come on, youngins, inside and help Granny and me catch them.
Your wife has disappeared.
They're under the care of Dr. Grannish.
Miss Hathaway, who are these people?
Bring the truck around.
Chief, get a grip on yourself.
Yeah, it's us.
No one knows where she is.
Get the car out of the way, Miss Jane.
Oh.
I refuse to swallow one drop of your witch's brew!
Here's the door.
Well, that simple, fun-loving kid is studying brain surgery in the kitchen.
I'll take care of it.
Well, I got everything I need to give Miss Drysdale a complete and thorough scientific medical examination.
Upstairs in the room next to Granny.
What's the idea?
Want me to go and fetch her?
Oh, yes, your grandmother is a doctor.
Oh, Miss Hathaway, I'm glad you're still here.
You need a lost and found department.
What, I should toad her upstairs and lock her in?
Thank you, nurse.
As head of this hospital, I hold you responsible.
Bingo!
My name is Tinkerbell.
I'm gonna be a brain surgeon.
Where's Mrs. Drysdale?
Right inside.
Thank you.