Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

♪ Granny, look what Miss Jane finched over for us to paint on.
She's got us all painting and sculpting to beat the band.
Mr. Nagle, that's not exactly what I had in mind.
May we see them?
I was speaking to Claude.
He thinks I look bad too, eh?
Let's talk now, out here, in the fresh air.
That's right, 18 holes.
What you doing, Granny?
Open the door.
I just want to take a close look at the entrance to see where my name will look best.
Well, as a matter of fact, I am.
If this is going to be a first class art gallery, we've got to have rock statues.
Oh, I should never have listened to that old quack I've been going to.
That would give my husband the credit.
I could start my own pharmacy.
This here is my daughter, Ella May.
You say the city is going to take over the cleaning and all?
It will be the Margaret Drysdale Art Center.
Granny has got a whole big platter full of cold cuts in the icebox.
What's she doing?
In a short while, this lovely edifice will no longer house those dreadful hillbillies.
I think we'd better get to Palm Springs.
Granny will want to talk to me.
Here's our Daddy, kids.
Drysdale is counting on us to do some of the painting and sculpting.
Oh, I'm sorry I tempted you.
This is wonderful.
You know, I am a little weak.
Well, he says he won't need a caddy.