Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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