Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

with a bit of a-- a stick in it, you know?
Send me the bill. Oh, please! Please!
Arthur? Arthur Hemmings. Yes.
I was so close to breaking this baby wide open I could taste it.
And besides, he's only a monkey.
Mr. Foxxe? Yes.
Uh, Mr.-- Mr. Roarke?
she certainly spoke well of him.
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- What do they want? - Most of the family just thinks they're here on vacation.
Oh, dear. Oh.
- Another freebie? - No, Tattoo.
No, you may not have a twenty-dollar advance on your salary...
My dear guests, I am Mr. Roarke, your host.
Will you show the Stoutons to their bungalow, please?
Uh, well, I'm afraid something has come up.
outside, with the coats off.
[ Boy ] I'm hungry. A family like that is a fantasy in itself.
Laughable? That's funny. I don't see anybody laughing.
[ Parrot Squawking ]
Yeah, I guess so.
- Don't you hate a bad winner? - Mm-hmm.
Uh!
You are totally on your own.
Dangers? What dangers? [ Exhales ]
There's only one thing I like less than your service, and that's your manner...
Ooh, look. Pickled eggs.
Oh? Well, I suppose that's a valuable lesson to have learned.
[ Girls Laughing ]
Well, Mr. Scheckter, was your fantasy all that you anticipated?
Something he feels he's never had from his family-- a little respect.
Aki. Aki.
Mr. Scheckter, you're blushing.
Ah, I see.
Maybe he followed you in. No. I'd have heard the tongue of the door lock click...
or some equally sharp instrument-- in his back.
Mrs. Stouton and I just realized that, well,
- He doesn't want me. - Want you? I never have.
[ Bell Rings ]
Thank you, Mr. Foxxe.
[ Sniffles ] take off, okay?
The accommodations--