Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You betcha.
Oh, do you have to go learn you?
We hunted all over Beverly Hills to find it.
Can you really teach me to defend myself against those big bullies at school?
You whittle yourself a whole bunch of these, different sizes, time to get a side by each.
Well, it's the same thing you do with doctor and granny.
The sun?
Say, that little rascal can climb like a squirrel.
But I'm afraid they already have.
And then, when the cork all of a sudden ducts under the water, then you know old Mr. Fish has grabbed the bait.
That's what I thought you said.
A good hot bath with lye soap.
Chuck, no, Jed.
Ellie Mae Clampett, there is a feller coming to see you.
I got the middles cooking.
Go away.
Well, one of them, uh, rich, uh, high society Beverly Hills fellows named, uh, Armstrong Dueser McHugh III.
Wilkins, I'm not going.
He's going.
There's nothing in there.
A man in the kitchen?
Granny, calm down.
Oh, mostly the governess.
Is this the Clampett residence?
Come on, little doofy.
Now, you come at me like you're fixing to hurt me.
You're coming home and have an antiseptic bath, and then spend an hour in your oxygen tank.