Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Howdy, Miss Jane.
Back!
You hear that, Fairchild?
A piece of powder burns from the explosion.
Anything.
Fairchild's ready to go sailing, Mr. Drysdale.
Now Chief, in all fairness to the employees, you do not display much holiday spirit.
Will you come to Hooterville for Christmas, all of you?
You don't have to beg, Mr. Dreiser.
You see, the Bradley girls think I'm a big Hollywood producer.
Here come the Scrooge!
That was a dandy letter.
May be wrong, Granny, but that smells like spare ribs.
We want Drydale!
When I give the word, set off the flash powder.
You keep him in the sugar jar, do you?
He's just a-honing and a-pining to spend Christmas with you.
Of course, I ain't no chicken myself.
They love me all the more for it.
Ray?
You've got long arms.
Lay it on the line, you saucy scallywag.
Hello?
Where is your letter?
Very rare and valuable.
Sure hope this operation ain't gonna take too long.
Oh Abbott, Sam, top that.
That's right.
I'd best go sit down.
Mmm, smells mighty good, Granny.
Are we ready to start for Hooterville?
Coming!
Put your postmaster cap back on.