Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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