Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

ON MY CEREAL IN THE MORNING.

AEROBICS, YOU IDIOT.

WELL, I ALWAYS KNEW THAT, BUT--

UH-HUH. THAT'S RIGHT.

So is he hosting the draft?

WHAT WOULD YOU SAY TO A BEER, NORMIE?

HE'S A FRUSTRATED MAILMAN.

UH, NO, NORM, YOU'RE NOT TRAINED.

HERE YOU GO, CLIFFIE.

THEY WON'T LET NORM GO

THANK YOU, NORMIE.

WHAT ABOUT NORM?

JUST TAKE IT EASY THERE.

WELL, I THINK OUT ATTITUDE SHOULD BE

YOU'VE RUN YOUR BEST FRIEND, NORM, UP THE RIVER.

WHAT'S SAMMY GONNA DO ABOUT IT?

YOU'RE KIDDING ME. MAIL THEFT?

IF YOU WERE GONNA GET INTO TROUBLE, CLIFFIE.

IT'S ANONYMOUS.

I CAN DO BETTER THAN THAT FOR YOU.

COME ON, DARLING,

DOES IT MAKE YOU FEEL MORE VIRILE, NORMIE?

LET ME DROP THESE OFF FOR YOU. I GOT TO GO HOME ANYWAY.

RAISE YOUR HAND.

YEAH, YOU TAKE CARE.

NO, HE'S FINDING OUT WHAT WOULD HAPPEN IF HE DID.

OK, EVERYBODY IN FAVOR OF CLIFF CALLING,

I'LL GO EXPLAIN THE WHOLE THING NOW.

* SOMETIMES YOU WANNA GO *

* WOULDN'T YOU LIKE TO GET AWAY? *

YOU ARE BY NATURE A WEASEL.

YOUR JOB'S JUST A JOB.