Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Well, Mr. Scheckter, was your fantasy all that you anticipated?

with a bit of a-- a stick in it, you know?

[ Girls Laughing ]

I was so close to breaking this baby wide open I could taste it.

Something he feels he's never had from his family-- a little respect.

Uh, well, I'm afraid something has come up.

Ooh, look. Pickled eggs.

Arthur? Arthur Hemmings. Yes.

Mrs. Stouton and I just realized that, well,

No, you may not have a twenty-dollar advance on your salary...

And besides, he's only a monkey.

Uh, Mr.-- Mr. Roarke?

Maybe he followed you in. No. I'd have heard the tongue of the door lock click...

Mr. Foxxe? Yes.

Laughable? That's funny. I don't see anybody laughing.

There's only one thing I like less than your service, and that's your manner...

- Another freebie? - No, Tattoo.

You are totally on your own.

Thank you, Mr. Foxxe.

Mr. Scheckter, you're blushing.

Will you show the Stoutons to their bungalow, please?

Yeah, I guess so.

she certainly spoke well of him.

- He doesn't want me. - Want you? I never have.

[ Sniffles ] take off, okay?

The accommodations--

My dear guests, I am Mr. Roarke, your host.

[ Boy ] I'm hungry. A family like that is a fantasy in itself.

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[ Parrot Squawking ]

outside, with the coats off.

Dangers? What dangers? [ Exhales ]

Send me the bill. Oh, please! Please!

or some equally sharp instrument-- in his back.

- Don't you hate a bad winner? - Mm-hmm.

Oh? Well, I suppose that's a valuable lesson to have learned.

- What do they want? - Most of the family just thinks they're here on vacation.