Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Bottoms up.
This morning as I was having breakfast, this winged messenger of love lit upon my windowsill with a brief but thrilling communique attached to her tiny leg.
Yes, and bird lover that he is.
All right, go get him.
What's going on here?
I don't think he can talk yet.
What can I do?
No.
I'm going with them.
He's had five dates with her.
I need you.
Ellie ain't no old maid.
The charge is child neglect.
Just keep the egg warm.
He's waiting for you.
Bye now.
Now get, both of you.
A 30-foot fall at your age, you could be stowed up for a whole day.
You won't let me draw down on him with a 12 gauge.
Said, California's the place you ought to be.
Hmm?
that he swallows this.
We have pure spring water in our cooler.
Yes.
I'm talking about that monkey.
Did I ever tell you that you look remarkably like a condor?
Hold on, Diddle.
Love.