Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Fetch the poor thing back, kid.

Come along, Miss Hathaway.

How can a 132-pound woman suddenly disappear?

I want you to approve every item on that Skinflint's bill.

I'm going back to the hospital.

Making deductions, Chief, I'm somewhat of an amateur detective.

You didn't even wake up!

If you want to do something, get my lawyer over here.

Well, it's about time.

We come to fetch the laundry.

I won't know for sure until I examine her.

They would like to thank you folks for kindly dropping in.

Put me down, you neanderthal!

But I was about to meet a character named Granny here.

You better give her a double dose when I do.

Oh, uh, where are you hiding this still now?

And his wife will be right behind him.

Well, I best go fetch Granny.

Oh, I think you've come up with a great idea.

I want to go back to the hospital.

And then one day he was shooting at some food, and up to the ground come a bubbling crude. Oil that is, Texas Tea

In the kitchen?

Yes, but I'm afraid this little nurse is one of the things he might not understand.

Sorry, Bessie, but Granny says you can't be Mrs. Drysdale's nurse no more.

There's a heap of curing in that rascal.

When she opens her mouth wide, spoon it in.

Right out the window.