Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Well, there's nothing we can do about it now, Judy.
Don and I will show you the way.
Another word, and I'll remove your power pack.
- Maybe we can help you. - How?
we're gonna have to be taking our water in little less than medicinal doses from now on.
Gosh, you'll be able to get birds' eggs without even climbing.
Your mother's gone to see if he's all right.
I'm glad of that, but-but--
[ Will ] No. What does it mean, Dr. Smith?
- You thought it would kill me, didn't you? - [ Rumbling ]
who, had he survived...
Here you are dancing like savages, while I'm being drenched.
Try to slide your foot out.
Well, it would be a help.
What's a pituitary gland?
What's the matter?
Until I can get a reading on that culture, I wouldn't know what to try on him.
Come on.
They sure look tempting.
- How many of these have you eaten? - It was only my second.
Why, of course you did.
Well, exactly how many does that leave in operation?
My time is short...
So that's it.
[ Groaning ] Hurry!
Perhaps if I felt the way Dr. Smith did...
I'll check with you later. Out.
And then stomping off in a huff...
Can't be.
- Oh, boy! - Smells kind of piney.
Well, at our present rate of consumption, that leaves us about a 14-day supply.
[ John ] Smith!
The little you left us is hidden, but good.
a do-it-yourself burial.