Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oil, that is.
Oh, she does.
Nothing, you'll see.
But now it's time to say goodbye to Jed and all his kin.
He was charging me 200 bucks a day.
So that's what happened.
No, it's worse than that.
We'll have her well in no time.
Wait, he's coming, honey!
We ain't gonna let them squirrely TV quacks get you again.
Uh-oh.
Santa's promised no surgery.
Oh, no, she hasn't.
What ghastly experiments are they conducting in there?
A 19-holer?
Are you serious?
Hey, there's a doctor waiting out front to see you.
A nurse?
I've been trying to do that, but he ain't at home, and he ain't at the bank, nor Miss Jane, neither.
And I'm Peter Pan.
Will you lower your voice?
Hillbilly, that is.
Open wide, Miss Drysdale.
What else?
I wonder how that got there.
Okay.
Never mind.
That's it.
Oh, sad boy.
Take a look at that.
What do you think you're doing?
Let me out of this mad house!
Jeff, now push the control buttons.
Granny needs us.