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And now, folks, handshaking and baby kissing will be done at the end of my speech.
Here.
There we are, and you wouldn't want to miss the honor of being queen.
Excuse me, Mr. Drydale, but you're cutting off my wind.
Now let's get started on your campaign.
It's because she don't want me running again hurt for Beverly Hills Possum Queen.
Oh yes you can, right Miss Hathaway?
Citizens of Orange County, for years now, you people have been holding the same old orange festival.
She's just modest because she's in charge of the arrangements.
Uncle Jeb, how can one outfit weigh so doggone much?
Let's get going.
Will it be Miss Drysdale or me?
Yes, sir.
Let's go!
Crawdad eating contest?
Wait a minute.
Well, thank you, ma'am.
The Impossum Queen is about the highest honor that can come to a woman.
How do you like my bandwagon?
Yes, yes, that's right.
Granny is all set to run against my wife, Possum Queen.
My doggies, Mrs. Drysdale, you've turned into such a fine neighbor, it seems a shame to be leaving.
You get over to that city hall and tell those jokers I want my festival.
Excuse me, Mr. Drysdale, but Mr. Clampett is calling for you on line one.