Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Well, I'd say it's about half gone.

Please don't go.

Now, you and Ravenswood run along home and I'll handle everything, all right?

Well, I'm giving a garden party this afternoon, about three.

Your soap's done, Granny.

Gee, I would like you to meet a society family who are on their way to your wife's formal garden party.

The only one moving is that fiddler player.

Don't burn yourself.

I've seen a jug of this raise a barn for it near single-handed.

I'll have to speak to Granny about cooking her soap someplace else.

Howdy, Miss Jane.

You know what that stuff needs, don't you?

Perhaps Jethro could drive you around in the truck.

They couldn't care less about that tea-sipping poodle pack you run with.

Oh, sure that's where it is.

You don't look like me.

All 300 of them.

She didn't say no particular time, Jethro, but when it commences, we's in charge of it.

All right, sir.

Looks like we got here in a nick of time.