Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Maggie, I'm so happy to see you.

I reckon we's in for considerable bawling.

Uh, wasn't running away, was you, Mr. Brewster?

Well, Mr. Brewster does.

I'd still rather stay here, Pa.

But Pearl's choicey.

I mean, with a kiss.

Go find Maggie.

You're supposed to be so doggone wise.

Yeah, he's notching it on the wrong side, too.

Ah, Thunder Grant, the old place ain't changed a bit.

You shinny up that tree and tell that grabby eagle to give you back that mink coat for Pearl's honeymoon or she ain't no friend of yours.

Yeah, Grandpa made the mistake of having his ma come live with him.

Well, there was an owl, and a squirrel, a crow, and a fox, a possum, and a skunk, and a porcupine.

It's me, Ellie.

Oil that is, black gold, Texas tea.

Well, all right.

Well, he might be chopping another one.

If it's not... Why should I sleep here on the floor?

Wouldn't let that little bride do nothing.

It makes my friends in the woods kind of skittish.

Cause they went home for Christmas and a visit with their kin.

Now there's vittles you won't forget in a hurry.

Don't worry, Pearl.