Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Ah, excuse me.
Call me at halftime, will you, Captain?
— Morning, Radar. — Hi, Father.
I run across that field and tape that leg good and tight, then run off.
Here are the tools.
Fragments came through the office.
Unless, ofcourse, the bomb don‘t go off.
I‘ll tell you later.
— This is Armed Forces Radio Service—— -Sir, $1,000!
Got arrested the next year for punching a milk horse.
the navy thinks it detonates itselfin two minutes.
Hello? Hel—— Yes, yes, please hold.
It‘s a propaganda bomb.
— Hello? Operator, we‘ve been cut off. — What did Headquarters say?
— The CIA has their own bombs? — Yep, and it‘s one oftheirs.
— What about the bomb? — You have to determine ifthe bomb is still ticking.
Not that you don‘t make a very nice—looking young woman as well.
Don‘t nobody move. This is a stickup.
There‘s an electric excitement in the stands...
No sad songs.
Just go out there and write down all the markings you can find.
The army? What do they know?
I hope so too, otherwise I‘m gonna come back in the next life as a squirrel...
Anyway, Tanker‘s hurt. Twisted his ankle.