Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You all right, Mr. Mortimer?
I meant the name of the dearest partner.
Granny, suppose you go out and look after your corn crop.
What'd you shoot, Granny?
Yes, sir, Pa.
Dark man to see you, Pa.
Oh, I can't make it!
I can feel the rheumatism burning its way up my legs.
Oh, she's, uh, back in the corn patch.
There ain't enough left of him to feather an arrow.
Yes, sir.
I was hoping they hadn't heard about the shooting.
Brubaker.
As a matter of fact, it's against the law.
You're making him awful nervous.
Clampett.
Good.
I'm Mortimer of Happy Valley.
She's stretched out in the root cellar.
What's going on?
We'll try to put in a new tree before she gets back.
Oh, it is, Mr. Clampett.
Hey, that's hard as a rock.
With a hammer and chisel.
You just stay right there, honey.
Happy Valley.
Uh, could I perhaps suggest something impromptu?
Happy Valley, Mr. Mortimer speaking.
Yeah?
Oh, no, the man has invited us for a drink.
He'll have to dip his head in hot creosote.
Well, here he comes.
All right.
No, Mr. Clampett, you don't understand.
BATS!? What BATS