Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Come on, Ellie.

Don't you want to help Pearl get a husband?

I tell you what.

Yeah, it says, in person, Pearl Bodine, Wizard of the Keyboard.

And then one day he was shooting at some food, and up through the ground come a bubbling crude.

Time was when you never minded sharing a bed with Ellie Mee.

What happened to Ellie Mae?

Say, Mr. Clampett, isn't that an awful big tree that Jethro's chopping down?

Would you take this here fur coat?

All minced together and simmered in gopher gravy.

We'll stay here until you marry Mr. Brewster.

They're packed in there like krauts in a jar.

Every room in that hotel is full up.

Pearl, what are you crying about now?

I'll go get the bags, Uncle Jeff.

Maggie, I knew Freddy would find you.

You can't stay there.

And here they are arriving at the home they love the best.

Hi there, Smelly.

Freddy, you old rascal.

If Jed can insist on him marrying me, I'm going to get him now's my chance.

Oh, howdy, Mr. Beaver.

I ain't about to swallow no story about an eagle.

Elf's convention.

I reckon you's heard.

Well, I don't doubt it.

I never felt him leave.

He's giving decisions in the leg, ain't he, Granny?

Don't you remember me?

Why don't you run out and fetch some wood?

Sure don't make them in Beverly Hills.