Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

My doggies, he has a gut.
Granny, me and old Duke here is plum tuckered out.
It combines all the elements of... Wait a minute, wait a minute.
You bring the fish, Uncle Jed.
That's what I'll do, deep fry him.
One old boot and it don't fit too good.
Well young'uns, we're going fishing after all.
Mr. Drysdale, you catching anything out of there?
Don't smell like he's been smoked.
I reckon we'd better head for home.
It's quite a process.
Sit down, sit down.
Come see with Mr. Drysdale and Miss Janebruggers.
Well, now it's time to say goodbye to Jed and all his kin.
Yes, Lieutenant?
Ain't no way in the world that little woman can catch that big... Lasko, I'm ready for that big rascal this time.
Come and listen to my story about a man named Jed.
Like pickled?
According to the sign on the fishing hole, them there is porpoises.
Yeah, you just put him down and I'll show you.
Well, they hadn't better try to stop me.
I can cut myself a pole and make a hook out of a bent nail.
Especially that baby one.
Here he comes again.
Billy May?
Drive on, just roll.
Maybe you gotta drop a line and get a bite.