Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Quiet down, Granny.
Ain't he cute, pal?
Sure is nice of the Marines to let us use their fishing hose.
Oh, that's a municipal falcon, and those are goldfish.
Oh, yeah, we caught a lot of them, but we threw them all back.
Then we don't have to bother that big ugly rascal.
But there's a Marine.
Not one smidgen.
If the Marines can catch him that big, so can we!
You ain't going to put me on no hook.
Set a spell.
Yellowtail.
Oh, didn't you cut poles for Paul and Granny?
And so they become devotees.
Yes, I'm good.
Throw them out, Jed.
Ain't better than the ones I'm wearing.
Now hold on.
We found a pond with some fish in it up the street yonder.
Tarpon are rarely cooked at all.
You dig a nice bucket of worms, Ellie?
And they still come out gummy as an old boot.