Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Jethro, you run up to them top seats, way up yonder, and see, can you hear me when I cut loose?

With a moneymaker like Pearl singing and yodeling for you, you won't have to sell your Hollywood bowl.

His clothes will tighten up a little, but he'll dry out in no time.

What do you like to do?

Hollywood Bowl?

I told us the news, Granny.

Yeah, I reckon so.

Ain't they funny-looking little fellas?

Uh, different Jones.

Well, I'll be doggone.

I'm surprised some handsome young movie star hasn't already claimed you for his very own.

Well, that sounds like a mighty fine idea.

There's an unbelievable jam up.

Now isn't this wonderful?

Where's all them seats you was talking about?

Mr. Jones here is wanting me to buy the Hollywood Bowl off him.

I'll tell you later.

You're friendly, too.

You know, the odds are 1,001 against this confidence man singling out the Clampetts, and even greater against them falling for it.

You know, he ain't gonna jump off that stage here.

That's $100,000 for only one night.

Uncle Jed, you just gotta buy this.

But now it's time to say goodbye to Jed and all his kin.

He's trying to get him now.

Well, Mr. Clampeth, how do you like our bull?

Besides, ain't ours yet.