Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

All right with you, Ellie?

Bill, what's on your mind?

Well, Chief, what did the doctor say?

Can I keep my critters?

Fill several rooms, the way she put it.

Perhaps this would be a good time to ask for a raise?

Tell us something.

They's my specialty.

I painted them on everything else I could find.

Well, you never know what you can do till you try it.

He was seeing you for the first time.

The young quack that wanted me was so cheap.

Well, that new doctor said I didn't need any.

Oh, that's you, pal!

He said I look good.

This here will be my first masterpiece.

You know how it is.

Mostly that he lives in attics and stars, and their paintings get mean-mouthed something awful... until after he's dead.

It's settled, then.

You see, after he whacked off his ear, he sent it over to his sweetheart.

Mr. Engle, did you have in mind a plaque of about this size?

First visitors to the art gallery is here.

And he doesn't charge those wild fees either.

She thinks she made such an all-fired good possum.

Don't say it, dear.