Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'm buying some mats.
I got me a kitty cat!
Hey, I'm headed for the kitty cat club.
Oh, yes, but I didn't.
It was Mike Crowded in there.
I'll need a set of toes to sigh for them.
Well, all right.
Sure, skip and sneak off!
Cozy, ain't it?
What's all them bricks for?
Boy, that is black gold, Texas tea.
Then come back here, and we'll talk further.
Oh, I was gonna build a fireplace in it, but couldn't wait for the mortar to set.
Come on, give me a hand!
Jethro, my boy.
I bet it's warm in there.
Even so, boy, if you wish to quit cleaning garages for hire... Oh, I can save a little on my bachelor pad.
We'll be as snug as two bugs.
What incarnation air you got up for?
Well, stop working my way into the icebox.
You mean he gets paid for watching girls?
Furnishing the bachelor pad, page 45.
Where's Granny?
It's what you call a portable playboy parlor.
Me?
Why don't you see him?
Well, if he can clean out garages as quick as he can ice boxes, he stands to make a fortune.