Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I got some bad news for you.
I'll fetch her home with the beans and fatback.
Like this.
Well, I first noticed him when he drove up in a funny-looking old truck.
In a pig's eye.
Get me something to knock off this cast.
Can't!
He can do that by just walking by and looking in the front window.
What assignment?
Seems like a mighty unhandy place to carry it.
I've been to three places just trying to buy something simple like iron for my hat.
Oh, you're a hard man.
Life's calling?
Swimming pools, movie stars.
This young lady will represent my bank in the annual competition for Queen of the Banker's Ball.
She's going to fill in for the injured Miss Trigo.
Now, I want you to get a bathing suit for our beautiful new employee here.
Did you shoot me with a tranquilizer gun?
Ellie, I do need your help.
Well, Chief, there goes the contest.
Don't call us, we will call you.
Instead of iron for your hat, you should have got some for the seat of your pants.
I got to show Uncle Jed some of my spy car stuff.
Yes, ma'am, Granny.
Suppose they go into shooting at you from all directions.
Now Jethro, you let Ellie go with you, like Granny said.
He got off and limped to the window and peered at me.
Why, Ellie May?
Oh, yes.
What happened?
He limps?
What's an ejector seat?
Clampett is my uncle.
This time it was ours.
They number girl spies different.
I can't find one single spy store.
The doctor said three weeks.