Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

What's the idea?
I assure you there is no cause for concern, Doctor.
Where's Mrs. Drysdale?
Where do you reckon they are?
Chief, get a grip on yourself.
I refuse to swallow one drop of your witch's brew!
Oh, howdy.
Right inside.
Thank you.
Miss Hathaway, who are these people?
As head of this hospital, I hold you responsible.
Here's the door.
Oh.
That dog is not afraid of that.
Well, she probably went home.
Upstairs in the room next to Granny.
Oh, Miss Hathaway, I'm glad you're still here.
Get the car out of the way, Miss Jane.
My name is Tinkerbell.
Your wife has disappeared.
Bring the truck around.
Reckon this stuff's a mite strong for city folks?
Well, that simple, fun-loving kid is studying brain surgery in the kitchen.
No one knows where she is.
Yeah, it's us.
Well, I got everything I need to give Miss Drysdale a complete and thorough scientific medical examination.
What, I should toad her upstairs and lock her in?
Bingo!
They're under the care of Dr. Grannish.
I'm gonna be a brain surgeon.
I'll take care of it.
Want me to go and fetch her?
Thank you, nurse.
Oh, yes, your grandmother is a doctor.
You need a lost and found department.
Come on, youngins, inside and help Granny and me catch them.