Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Bed curtains.
Well, what do you want?
By changing toward the world.
l must bow to your conviction that you are.
Won't it, Martha, my dear? Eh, Tim?
the story l'm going to relate.
and you won't find a hole in it.
And l wouldn't show your father weak eyes, when he comes home, for the world.
would be poor compensation for the panic that would arise among the share holders.
Aaaaaaaaah!
Sit you down before the fire,
The curtains are still here. They're still here!
You do not know the weight and length of strong chain you bear yourself.
Now see yourself in business, Ebenezer.
Keep valentines day in your own way and leave me keep it in mine
for having no eyes to see with, no ears to hear with,
l await you.
Pardon me...
eight shillings and 10 pence.
Are there no prisons? Are there no workhouses?
Look there's Old Fezziwig and Mrs. Fezziwig, top couple!
Oh, so you hate progress and money too, do you?
He doesn't know me, nor even what l look like.
And every Christmas, it's
l wish to be left alone.
l confess, l've had my doubts about the quantity of flour.
For which your father never forgave you, as if you were to blame.
What do you mean wasted it?
And l do repent, l do repent!
Who's the wiser?
Spirit, are these yours?
The ruin of you, you mean.
l'll come in a minute. - All right.
lt's Fan!
We...
Then you no longer love me?
He shall call upon me, and l will answer him :
And the offer is a very large one, l have to admit,
After you, l'm sure.
Why, that's you, Peter! What is it, Father? Yeah, what is it?
ls he dead?
Then, you must live forever, Fan.
lt's poetic justice.
Path to exile your Commander!
They cling to me for protection from their fetters.
More bread.
Yes, thank you, Ma-ma. Did you get the big goose?
lt'll be a perfect pudding my love. A perfect pudding.
We small traders are all history, Mr. Fezziwig.
Then why should you ask me for more time to pay it back?
How did little Tim behave in church?
Dear Mrs. Dilbur, oh... how much do l pay you?
Oh, but gentlemen it could have been any one of you.
and have not charity, l am nothing.
Well, a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year to the poor old man.
Thank you, Sir, and a Merry Christmas to you, Sir, l'm sure.
Join the triumph of the skies;
No?
Ha, well if it ain't, l don't know what is.
ln life, l was your partner,
l'm sure of it. - And the pudding! Oh, the pudding!
Now let me see, l must have a label.
lt never would have been Christmas, if they'd kept you late.
Good.
This must be distinctly understood or nothing wonderful can come of
You must be cold and tired. Sit near the fire.
With angelic hosts, proclaim,
Merry Christmas, Sir!
From now on,
left in the whole wide world.
No.
A place where miners live, who labor in the bowels of the earth.
you old humbug!
We're men of vision and progress.
Alice?
l've come to them.