Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[music playing on stereo]

[people chattering]

Michael, you know there's an APB out on you?

I happen to know that the old gold mines have been picked clean years ago.

Welcome. I'm glad you finally got here.

and one part S2O4.

I don't understand it. I just had the bus safety checked.

Not till I get down there and follow them and round up the rest of the gang.

Then what do you call this?

Words like till death us do part

Don't tell me, they even have their own language?

Why is this rat so anxious to move Rebecca Hammond off her ranch?

Afraid not, pal.

[people yelling]

She's been blind since birth, kicked around more times than an Italian soccer ball.

Somebody cut the brake lines.

Maybe we've got someone else on our side.

and let her rip.

I'm sorry. You should be.

By the way you tried to milk that cow which turned out to be a bull.

it's enough to destroy at least a thousand head of cattle.

and counseling, and understanding in the world...

Ain't that right, Big Ed? Tell me...

And there's no record of oil in this area.

A couple dozen cattle should be a pushover.

No, it's not something like moo cow. It's western for jail, buddy.

I'd say it's a core sample.

[all exclaiming]

Forty-five minutes out of New York City. No guts.

has made her an offer on her place.

Michael, you've got that look in your eye again.

KITT, meet me at the barn. On my way, Michael.

you just let me handle him.

A very fair and reasonable offer.

and this just happens to be a new outfit and a new pair of boots.

Thanks, pal. We'll just hang back until they rendezvous.

Hey, wait a minute. It's not me. It's that guy over there smiling.

KITT, I think this place needs a new disk jockey.

No livestock, no equity.

[door creaking]

Now, what do you think of that, partner?

and if I lose any more cattle, it may be my last.

Home On The Range wasn't written with us in mind?

ls there someone there?

Once and for all. Good idea, brother Alfred.

What if they send up some more bad guys?

Malidium-sulfate? What's that?

Michael, they're not coming.