Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Wait a minute. Here, go ahead.

Come on, Stanley.

- What are you going to do with it? - None of your business. Do as I tell you!

The ship started to sink and we both dived overboard.

- Ha, ha, ha. - That's more than that blimp of yours will do.

Oh, Betty. If I could only see him once more.

Convention! You'll go to the convention over my dead body.

- Would you? - I would.

Hey! Isn't she a ''Dob''?

Listen, I want you to talk to a fellow from Los Angeles. A swell guy.

If I didn't ask her, I wouldn't know what she wanted me to do.

It's your little brother Charlie.

- You know, Stanley can't swim a stroke. - Oh, I never thought of that!

There's something very strange going on.

This oasis must meet the situation with determination.

''Rescue ship due back in Los Angeles harbour tomorrow.''

- Oh, Betty! What was that? - I'll find out.

# Tramp, tramp, tramp the boys are marching

Then she said, ''What part?'' and I said, ''All of me!''

''Expect to arrive in port in 36 hours.'' Signed, Captain John Zilo.

# Having the time of our lives

It might be double canis deliris.

and he thought you ought to have a doctor.

- What are you doing? - I've lost the aspirin. Can you move over a bit?

I suggest a trip to... a trip to...

Extra paper! Get your evening paper!

Here I am, slaving day after day, washing and ironing 'til my fingers bleed.

It's probably our imagination. We're both so nervous and upset.

I'm going to the convention.

What do you mean, am I telling you the truth?

- Oliver. - What, sugar?

- Are you going? - Huh?

# Then you shake it up and down