Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Ohh! Ohh!
Hey! Get up! Come on, get up!
Jim was owned by Miss Watson, and about a year ago...
Yeah. Might be some good loot around. Let's split up and see what she's got.
that said he was a murderer and a runaway...
Or would you go on back home?
Make a move, and I'll blast you in half!
And I ain't in no hurry to leave.
that dead geezer 'n'me would be sharin'lodgin's.
This time we're sellin' a thing that takes tartar off of teeth.
Adolphus, have you ever seen the king?
No one lives there nor hardly visits,
49er's after the game Where's Purdy?
We've got the tar!
I was up the river with some acquaintances of mine,
only he broke his arm in a fall.
But I've asked everybody, and nobody'll help me.
I tell you, Jim,
Oh, why didn't you bloody say so? Course I have.
Answer up, and quick.
- Find anything, boys? -Nothin' over here!
but he were my Pap.
Where is our money?
I hated to run out on them sweet girls,
Don't you sass me, or you'll be joinin' her!
Billy and the menfolk, they gonna try and kill that Shepherdson boy...
- What're you fetchin' off for? - I think we found that murderin' runaway slave.
Jim.
You told us you whopped 'em so bad they was never comin' back!
Attention, passengers!
- What? - They had a handbill...
- You saw him and you didn't tell me? - I'm sorry.
-and wait on us hand and foot... - and be real nice to us,
$300... now higher...
I'm goin' to town. You clean up around here.
rob of their money.
Uhhh! I can't believe you're not gonna help us.
Besides, we'll be more convincing...
- Ah, shut up! - Uhh!
- I'd never see my wife and my children again! - But Jim!
Adolphus and Jim.
Thanks, Jim.
Say, Billy, let's slide on down to the river.
But I thought he lived in London.
Your old Pap got two spirits hoverin' around him.
And on my way home, I ran into a poor mother with her ten poor children.
Good, because my butt's hangin' way out,
But seein'as how I'm so ignorant and kinda low-down and ornery...
- Convenient mistake, huh? - Yeah, convenient.
Oh, now, don't kill him...just yet.
Hell, they pert near killed us all!
Good night!
The only white gentleman ever kept his promise to old Jim.
Come on, Huck. Gotta bring him home.
30 years! Well, how'd it start?
Now that I was dead, I could do what I wanted...
We in trouble, Huck.
- my brother's skin's kinda rottin' off his body. - Oh!
Unh! Unh!
I'd write Mary Jane and tell her where I hid it.
Miss Watson and her sister, the Widow Douglas, took me in.
- Huh! - Now, we been lookin' everywhere, and some old codger just now...
I'll be right there.
- Shhh! - Come on down, Huck.
Peter's brothers, right?
Oh! Oh!
Take it all. A gift from your uncles.
He held on for you as long as he could, but yesterday he passed.
- 'Fraid so, Jim. - Damn!