Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Yeah, especially with all the signs we put up.

I look like a darn fool.

Well, Pa went upstairs to change his clothes, and Mr. Pinckney tried to stop him.

I like these new clothes Mr. Pinkney brought us.

Well, come on in.

Oh, she tried to get rid of us, but Mr. Drysdale won't let her.

Swimming pools, movie stars.

Surely he doesn't think the Clampetts are your servants.

But by our standards, they are excellent servants.

is the American way past the button.

Outdoor swimming.

Granny's fixing your tea.

Where is Mr. Drysdale?

He's up there rooting around like a hog in a new pen.

You don't know what to call that critter cousin, Ellie.

And you're setting a fine example for young Master Jethro.

Find out where he's from?

She ought to make a heap, charging a dollar a day.

Yeah, but a dollar a night?

Oh, please, sir.

They won't take servants.

No wonder Mrs. Drysdale was frantic to engage my services.

No sir, it's growed on.

Now, wait a minute.

Boy, Uncle Jed, this here running a boarding house sure is lots of work.

Just long enough for inspection.

She's having more fun than a bear cub in a honey tree.

You want to take up my jug and give him a little welcome snort?

I don't think I could abide another boarder like him.

I guarantee it, sir.

By the way, his name is Pinckney, Arthur Pinckney.