Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh, thank heaven.
Hurry—— [Clears Throat]
Both ofyou.
Just come inside and let yourselfheal for a few days. And I won‘t turn you in.
You stillowe me fora pint ofmilk.
[Radar] Ha wke ye !
Then he writes a poem to his teacher called “Ode to a Pretty Teacher.”
This one over here is an appendectomy.
Don‘t reach for your appendix, kid, it‘s gone.
— How .7 — Well, let‘sjust say...
He was awonderful child. He was a bit ofa sissy.
I‘m a marine. We‘re the best.
Take care ofthese guys. |fthey give you any more trouble,
— Oh, I‘ll drink to that. —Loo/
But he was one ofthe great milk monitors I‘ve ever seen.
Right. We‘ll split a nurse.
— Oh, great, no battle—infiicted wounds. — [ Groans]
Sixty.
I don‘t know.
— Wendell‘s my brother‘s name. — Right. | wasjust wondering...