Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I've already got a job.

Mr. Dryden, Miss Jane.

The oil is gone!

Well, we could send him off to the OK Oil Company plane to look for new oil fields.

There was oil in the way.

Now listen, Grouchy.

Well, I'd rather not tell, but it's real handy.

I'll be leaving now.

Are you all right?

I only hope the meeting will be better than the coffee we just had.

And we go down the street, and we stop next to these big cans, and I just heat them up and empty them in the back of the truck.

Something unimportant.

I'm here to start work, but I didn't know exactly what I'd be doing, so I brung on me to.

And, well... I think I know what you're going to say.

You two go fetch the truck.

I know I can get you a place on the truck with me.

I hope you're proud of your pa.

♪ Look at that!

Hey Grouchy, how would you like a pickled Hawkeye?

Melbourne, regardless of how it makes them feel, I have got to tell the Clampetts the truth.

Well, it'll take us a little while before we get home.

You're just in time to see Uncle J at all!

Mr. Clampett will be here any minute.