Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

The bad guys was after Fort Knox.

Let's just say I'm Double Knot Tim.

Come on, Jethro, let's go.

And if old 007 hadn't taken a hand, the next time Uncle Sam needed gold, he'd have been milking a dry cow.

But just a moment... No arguments!

What if he finds out I just started this morning?

Old 007 ain't got no girl cousin tagging after him.

You know my desk in New Accounts is near the front window?

Hillbilly, that is.

You expect her to sit at her desk with a broken leg?

Hey, but there's something I'm gonna need right away, and that's iron for my hat.

Too dangerous for girls.

Well, here you are.

Now you come home once more without my beans in my fat back, and you'll be doing your spying standing up!

All right, girls, now back to your desks.

Now we've got a chance.

Miss Trigo has been through a terrible ordeal.

Uncle Jed, that is what I was meant to be!

This here's my oil slick spreader.

Okay, Granny, but be careful.

I'm on the fighting, loving, half-skimming, bank-saving way!

Oh yeah, I remember you was all fired up over him a while back.

After all, we still got Granny.

Now then, miss.