Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Okay, Granny, but be careful.

You know my desk in New Accounts is near the front window?

And if old 007 hadn't taken a hand, the next time Uncle Sam needed gold, he'd have been milking a dry cow.

The bad guys was after Fort Knox.

Now you come home once more without my beans in my fat back, and you'll be doing your spying standing up!

Well, here you are.

Come on, Jethro, let's go.

Too dangerous for girls.

After all, we still got Granny.

This here's my oil slick spreader.

Uncle Jed, that is what I was meant to be!

What if he finds out I just started this morning?

You expect her to sit at her desk with a broken leg?

But just a moment... No arguments!

Miss Trigo has been through a terrible ordeal.

I'm on the fighting, loving, half-skimming, bank-saving way!

Let's just say I'm Double Knot Tim.

Now we've got a chance.

Oh yeah, I remember you was all fired up over him a while back.

Hillbilly, that is.

Old 007 ain't got no girl cousin tagging after him.

Now then, miss.

Hey, but there's something I'm gonna need right away, and that's iron for my hat.

All right, girls, now back to your desks.