Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Wilma, it sounded like you said "return it."

and we can't even buy a lemonade.

And that's just how it happened. So it's my money, right?

Will you stop yelling and get help? Don't just stand...

Yeah, it's the missing loot. Listen.

Did you hear that, Fred? A reward!

Fill her up, bud. Make it snappy. We're in a hurry.

Naturally, I'm a married man.

And for the last time, Barney, I will not split any of the money.

Besides how do I find out who it really belongs to?

$86,000 down the drain.

- What happened, Fred? - Get a doctor. I can't see.

- Did we lose them? - Yeah, they didn't make the light.

Well, the cops won't. They'll lock me up for a nut.

Till I figure a way to get out of this mess you got us into.

Fred, look at this. It's a sack of money.

- But how? - By letting them find us, that's how.