Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

WILL RECONVENE IN SIX MONTHS...

MOVE IT! MOVE IT!

BUT YOU TOLD ME TO DO EIGHT TO 12 REPS.

WOULD YOU PLEASE STOP YELLING AT ME?!

YOU GOT FIVE MINUTES.

SPITTING ALCOHOL INTO MY ZIPPO.

I'M NOT EVEN SURE YOU WANT TO WALK.

ARE YOU DYING ON ME?

NOPE. SET IT FOR 5:30.

IN A MONTH-- WAY TOO SOON.

THEN TELL ME YOU WANT TO WALK.

WHAT KIND OF PLACE IS THAT FOR A CHILD'S BIRTHDAY PARTY?

AND BE APPROVED BY A DAMN COMMISSION.

THIS COUNTRY HAS EVER KNOWN--

AFTER TWO WEEKS, I WAS DOWN TO MY LAST RAT.

YEP. I'M IN CHARGE NOW.

PASS ME COTTON'S APPLICATION.

I'M HEADED OVER TO THE TEXAS STATE CEMETERY.

AH, PEGGY, YOU REMEMBER

OH, THANK GOD. WELL, THAT'S MY RIDE TO REHAB.

TO GET BACK FROM REHAB?

COME ON. GRAB SOME FLOOR.

MEN HAVE FOUGHT AND DIED FOR THE FLAG

A JAPANESE MACHINE GUN BLEW AWAY HIS SHINS.

DON'T TALK LIKE THAT, PEGGY.

DROP BY DROP, MRS. FLORES.

WE NEED TO TALK.

PLAYTIME'S OVER, HANK'S WIFE.

AND HELP ME FIND THE BABY?

THAT'S WHERE OUR GOVERNMENT INTERS ITS WAR HEROES.

THERE YOU GO! HEH.

AND SHOW SOME LEG.