Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I figured we ought to invite them to come along with the visitors from Mars.

What's a robot?

Please listen to me.

Well, if they's here to contact you, and so all thought smart, how come they landed in the wrong yard?

The little green varmints.

And some little green men about this high.

What with slippery roofs and crazy drivers, her body ain't safe around this house.

Oh, they friends of the Drysdale?

Boy, that is black gold, Texas tea.

Well, I might just come on a tree full of ripe fruit.

It hovers over the bowl.

Well, here I sit.

Now, chief, I did see three tiny green men.

Okay, take a memo.

Yeah, that last boy put in there half a day.