Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

He gets other spies to tell their secrets.
I don't see nothing in these government folders about joining the spies.
Sit down, sit down.
These pants will cut me in two.
Not as smart as Jethro.
What's for vittles, Granny?
I wonder how that got there.
Set a spell.
You're the head of the clan.
You're just a swimming kid.
Come on.
I've got to let them out as far as they'll go, and they still hit them halfway up his drumsticks.
These shoes must weigh 100 pounds.
I'm General Factotum.
Okay, let's have them.
If you're in for plenty of trouble, boy, you just pushed yourself a double non-intelligence agent.
Well, can I help you folks?
Thank you.
Well, thank you.
I reckon not.
Yes, ma'am.
They would like to thank you folks for kindly dropping in.
Nope.
No.
Let's get to Marineland.
Yes?
Mister?
Let's drive up there.
What you mean?
Oh, howdy, Miss James.
Anything you say, your word is law.
All growing boys eats between meals.
He's a husky boy, all right.