Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Well, madam, let me tell you about Tyros.

Y'all come back now, hear?

He's a weatherman too.

There's too many suds clog your washing machine.

I am Justin Addison.

Really, has all this been for naught?

And today, we no longer have to rely on such things as prognosticating beetles.

It does hurt to be a...

Tell me, uh, did his pa do something?

Government or no government, I reckon I can't let you do that.

Weather balloon A-OK.

Madam, you have my assurance.

Tell me some more rain signs.

It's gonna rain.

Ants banking up the dirt around their holes.

Hey, Granny, have we got any weenie?

Uh, Mr. Addison, uh, this here is Granny, the, uh, daisy we had a little misunderstanding about.

Granny thinks she's wrong.

Look out, here comes Jethro, going faster than a hungry dog at feeding time.

If I could just talk to that government man, I think I could head him off and save us a heap of trouble.

Couldn't you just forget about her?

Why, Dad, you should have told me you were a beetle man.

After all, you helped pay for him.

By way of prefacing what you are about to see,

And a bobcat watching.

Yes, ma'am, but he didn't seem none too proud of it for some reason.

Oh, Miss Jane, Mr. Drysdale.