Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You can't expect us to do gardening work in our good clothes.
I know.
No!
Ravenswood, did you find anyone in the house?
Come on, everybody, let's load up and cut through the hedge and get to the party.
We got the overflow here.
I'll help you.
Don't you tell her I told you.
It's good to see you.
And don't you cry.
It's your soap.
We can walk over to your place.
That's doctor's talk.
I think I got it figured.
Miss Drysdale's got a prize one that sits right next to her patio.
Why, sure, honey.
Really?
Granny, that ain't no... Granny!
I reckon the bugs is after it.
What's he got figured?
Now, now, now.
Perhaps tomorrow.
Why?
If I whoop the fella, can I sweet-talk her then?
And we give our promise?
It's as deserted as the garden.
Oh, I can be, yes.
Is she having a party?
Just a doggone minute.
What's that, Pa?
Ravenswood!
Dry them tears and tell old Granny what's got you to bawling like that.
They'd heat rather eat in a tree.