Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Uh, just a moment, I'll help the boys pour.

♫ Here we come, walking down the street ♫

There's only one thing that bothers me, though.

Uh, where's she going?

Uh, heh. That's cute. Come on!

Tell me when the party begins.

There is an excuse! You're the excuse! You and your medieval attitudes!

Mrs. Weefers, please, hurry up. Come on!

Mrs. Weefers! Wake up, come on.

Okay, so he's getting fresh. It's for a pal, anyway.

Ah, there you are, ha ha ha.

Yeah, and I'm gonna be his mother-in-law.

First thing you do is you put your fingers like that,

Mr. Vandenberg runs this place like an army camp.

And you really wouldn't want to do that to the boys.

Huntington Hartford hates pickled herrings. Now, you try it.

And I go again.

Look, Micky, will you calm down?

But we're too busy singing to put anybody down