Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh, by the way, who recommended this bank to you?
Wait for me in the taxi outside the gate.
And now, I am going to produce a cake for my hat.
My doggies, Mr. Magnificent.
What's he done now?
He can't make up his mind what he wants to be.
For my first feat of leisure domain, I shall... Oh, dear.
I kind of lean towards being a fry cook.
He's gonna be a magician in vaudeville.
Now, he's going to do a whole show for us later.
He's gonna put on a whole show for you.
Did he say a cake?
He was in the kitchen here underfoot, eating everything he could get his hand to.
That beef's all.
It didn't bite.
Oh, Mr. Margo, look at all this stuff.
Bought that names and fancy clothes and a whole warehouse full of magic stuff from a fella called Marvo.
Now you see it.
No, thank you, lad.
I'll say.
This is the wrong handkerchief.
He could buy me a whole warehouse full of stuff.
It beats working at the bank, brain-surgeoning, double-knot spying, streetcar conductor, or anything.
Come on, let's have a show!
They would like to thank you folks for kindly dropping in.
Watch closer.
$50,000.
But it looks like some of it done disappeared.
I doubt if he can afford it.
Show Granny how good you are.
Maybe the two of you together can pull a rabbit out of that dead, blasted hat.