Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Old Smoothy has had a tough break. His whole staff walked out on him.
judging people you don't even know. That's your big trouble, Wilma.
You don't get letters unless you write.
We hear you, Great Exalted Grand Pooh-bah.
Oh, yeah? They all could read.
And I say it can't be done.
Hey, Smoothy.
Go find yourself some other pigeons.
Gravel Hotel, where the surf meets the rocks.
At least we don't have to do the cooking, Fred's got that department.
Smoo, I was thinking of running down to your place for the big weekend.
Barney can be the bellboy...
I guess he doesn't want to hurt our feelings by refusing.
Oh, brother, the only exercise he gets is lifting food to his mouth.
Now let's see, the cookbook says...
Anytime you want to give him away, we'll take him.
Sure, I'd love to go.
And I don't want to spend the three days sitting here listening to an inventory.
- You're kidding. - Look, boy, back home I'm nothing...
5:00 and here comes Fred.