Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I never met a dog that didn't appreciate a good piece of bologna.
I guess girls must really go for dogs.
You tell anybody where we're hiding this...
I received a transatlantic call one day.
I'm sorry.
I do.
This is mine.
After a hard day's work, these puppies need some R and R.
Dadgum it, Morris!
Well, I haven't really decided yet.
For how long?
Skip, I can't see a thing.
Bring that Kraut stuff.
Boys.
Yeah, sure, kid. That'd be fine.
...Iick their bones after she got done with them.
...kind of come in waves.
Play dead!
Really?
Welcome home, sugar!
...and I'll be home in time for baseball season.
We'll have these boys licked soon...
-I haven't agreed to that. -I'm not asking.
We gotta find him.
There's an old gray squirrel.
She's something, all right.
...puppy dogs and now girls.
I said you need to get out of here.
What is it, boy?
I can't believe that titty-baby lives right next door to Dink Jenkins.
You know, it's been two whole weeks...
If you're not home, who will show me how to throw a curve ball?
Not because you can run or throw a ball.
-Junior, we did real good this week. -Just hurry up.
-Thanks, Dink. -Let me see!
Spread out.
That's what they call the first game of the season.
They run away, get hit by cars. They're a heartbreak waiting to happen.
Nice and easy. That's it.
I got a yellow stripe.
...and drift and glide.
Those boys get real thirsty out there.
...because you're his friend.
You take care, you hear?
Nope. Right across town over there.
Might as well stay down there. You're not doing any good.
Listen, Skip's missing.
Come on, Skip. Go sit by Rivers, okay?
Or was.
Hup 2, 3, 4! Hup 2, 3, 4!
And you will fill them out.
And play, and play, and play.
Keep those letters coming, Willie-boy.
You just be a big boy about this, okay?
Here we go now!
I was hoping that maybe...
Get up!
...and anyone of any consequence knew who he was.
I was sort of wondering if... .
This is an ammo belt with some writing. It says:
We won, Skip! We scored a touchdown!
Where'd you really get that stuff, you big sissy?
...Iooked through her window...
After supper, you fill them out and give them to your friends tomorrow.
Broke his own record in the 1 00-yard dash.
...you better think hard about life without that mutt.