Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

...designed for city driving and country picnics.
If you don't leave this car immediately, I shall personally feed you to the bear.
- Frisbee. - Yes, I got the bird.
Escaped?
And you know who has the hatchet.
I think we got it in time. I think we got it!
Goodbye. Farewell, you good Leslie, you.
Why, at this very moment the editor sits behind his desk...
- 7:30. - Then you rise, you shine.
I'll emancipate them from the drudgery of being servants or saints.
I don't care. You beast of a turncoat!
Not particularly. It happened to be convenient.
I'm coming, Professor.
- Then, arrest us. - What?
Terrific.
If we turn right back there, we'd end up on the Montmartre Steps.
Miss Dubois!
"Red sky in the morning, sailor, take warning."
You better keep it to yourself.
- Let me cover the great race. - It's covered by experienced reporters.
I will take you no further than Grommett.
You see, it's picked up Leslie's boat!
Very simple.
Isn't it wonderful to see an American ship in this godforsaken outpost?
You're lucky it didn't blow up on you.
But unless I miss my guess she will never submit.
I mean, a long race. A very long race.
She's up!
Return to your assignments. This is a newspaper office.
I'll remain handcuffed until I'm the first female reporter of The New York Sentinel.
Don't make too much noise.
Release your feet. Release your feet!
But the choice was not mine. My editor, a man, made the arrangements.
- I tried to kiss you. - I know what you tried.
Surround him!
Out of the way!
Hezekiah, see Miss Dubois to her horse please.
If two in a blanket stand a better chance than one...
At the rate we've been melting that's good for about one more week.
Do you hear? You, I hate!
- Do we go to India, General? - Yes.
Well, that finishes Leslie.
- You wouldn't dare. - I would dare anything for women's rights.
Switch on.
Grommett was 100 miles out of our way.
I can't see a thing.
- Your Majesty. - Hi, there.
For what? It's twenty miles back to Boracho.
Lily is his girl.
Gentlemen.
You're the guest of honor.
You have kidnapped me. Fate the Magnificent!
- What's the secret? - What we're doing, your Highness.
What?
Can you laugh?
I despise suffragettes.
You want to try the beads?
I speak Romanian, English, but I read french and russian.
Every minute wasted is another mile for Professor Fate.
Leslie!
- Right behind us. An attack! - What's funny?
What has that got to do with it? You gave me your word.
- It's a great day for the cause, Maggie. - It is indeed, Hester.
Leslie will lose! Your automobile will lose! I will win!
I got him. I got him, sir.
Out of the laundry rooms and off the pedestals!
...it will be necessary for me to win.
Except that you have blankets and stimulants.
- Would you take me to the train? - Well, yes, ma'am.
E Flat.
In winter, one Kwakiutl in a blanket froze.
If I didn't know better I would say that's...
We beat the Core Monster!
- Oh, I'm M. Dubois. - I knew it.
He's making his move. And I'm sure she's interested.
- Mr. Goodbody. - What is it, Frisbee?
The point is that we're freezing.
Too much weight.
Go away.
Hezekiah.
Frisbee, next time be more careful. If you're falling, let go of the bird.
Citizens of Boracho, stop!