Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I promised Jethro I'd lay his rockets for it!
I made it myself.
8...7... Well, how you gonna get back down?
Well, Jethro, I didn't know he was interested.
Where's he going?
Yeah.
Well, you better work fast, huh?
I think the boy's headed back, Granny.
Practice what?
It took 27 chickens to make them wings.
Yes, she quit, walked out, deserted me.
We's gonna have chicken soup, and not much of that.
It was night.
Yeah, I reckon flapping them wings around up there must have given him an appetite.
I don't know.
Frankly, it depends upon how well you can sing.
Folk singing.
Everything's in a mess since Miss Hathaway left.
Well, that's settled, then.
I have always wanted to pursue a career as a folk singer, and now I shall.
Jethro has turned over a new leaf.
This may be just a gimmick we're looking for.
He's right upset with you.
Oh, ding-a-di, oh, sound upon the mountain.
Not right now.
Like glory!
Oh, yes, indeed, Mr. Clampett.
I got good news.
Miss Jane... Boy, how did that set with Mr. Drydale?
Tell you what, honey?