Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

The Beagle boys. They hate your uncle.

And how did you manage this?

- Let's get 'em. - Uh-uh.

Welcome to Funso's. There's no place finer.

- Beakley? - I feel I should prepare you.

Ooh, ooh. Ha ha! I'm Webby.

( doorbell rings )

What about me, Ma?

House meeting now!

Dewey, don't yell at your target

I am both uking and puking.

Did he tie it himself?

Do you think he got to be the richest duck in Duck Burg

You lose the element of surprise.

This is it, Ma.

Of course she's gonna be a little... off.

Thanks, Granny.

I'm pleased to have you here,

as long as it in no way inconveniences me.

Oh. Well, have fun.

It's like I don't even know you anymore.

( excited whimpering )

If you had checked with me,

Your usual table, sir.

I tried, and that's what matters, right?

- when you're tied up in a meat locker. - Startin' with you.

Let's go, boys.

But everything I do is, you know, not.

Sir, this is out of control.

your son again..."