Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Drivers hardly knowing...
I'm thinking of becoming a writer.
You know, that dog is plumb crazy about you, boy.
...you'll wake up to find a dead pooch on your porch.
My mother was lively and talkative.
He's not ready for that.
...he looks up to you, Dink.
Time! Get that dog out of here!
It's you, Skip.
I'll never have another friend like you. Ever.
When I got back from Spain...
My old man said he didn't win no medals at all.
Barney, have you seen Skip?
There was a war going on then.
Come on in, fellas. Be right with you.
Really, I can.
Skip grew to know Yazoo too.
...Dink Jenkins. "
That's not true, Maddie. This baby canine must rewired our house!
Go on.
Well, somewheres in Catalonia, I suppose.
After him, men!
Throw it higher.
It's getting too damn popular around here anyway.
What'd you do to him?! That's my dog!
It's hard enough on an adult. A boy shouldn't have to.
Probably Fort Benning for basic, then overseas, I reckon.
He slept right by her grave.
plagg: where are you, boy?
That ain't no real Kraut helmet.
Go home!
There's one more.
Uncle Sam is looking for a few good...
This is from Daddy and me.
The cotton grew tall that year, the summer of 1942...
It's you who better get out of here.
The witch of Yazoo.
... to finding myself smack-dab in the middle.
This one's from me.
Come on, Skip!
...that you hadn't thought of to look at, right?
-His son came back from Europe today. -Wonderful.
Why, if it ain't old Dink. Need a jar of hooch, buddy?
He's frail, he's sensitive and he can't handle it.
Inside it says, "Hans" .
...we have time for just one more.
Then, magically, spring would come...
What's the matter?
I'd rather have the leg.
We're gonna find him.
I'm sorry.
One little old piece of tinfoil ain't gonna win no scrap drive.
So they saddled the ass for him and mounted it. "