Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

It's gonna be a lesson in folks forgetting their own feelings for the good of mankind.

You sure there's nothing hurting you?

Corn squeezins!

Chief, practicing medicine without a license is a criminal offense, and if you brought her in office... Oh, relax, relax.

Well, I ain't gonna sit here laughing.

Here it is, Granny.

He's gonna cure his cold.

Any emergencies?

It was wrote up in the Razorback Hog Breeders' Gazette.

It's a high calling, Jed, the art of healing.

If I'm gonna show up that Clyburn, I gotta have me a office in town.

Kind of chokes you up, don't it?

He can't even grow hair!

I've got something that'll ease your pain.

You certainly got me in here in a hurry.

Well, it could cost him his livelihood, break his spirit in the bargain.

Well, Granny has.

Okay, Granny, I'll see you later.

Oh, Granny couldn't find nothing wrong with me.

Are you sure you wouldn't like to take my turn?

But Granny, I'm already two snacks behind schedule and I'm starving.

Well, that's fine.

Ray's going down to Dr. Clyburn's office.

But the greatest research scientists and doctors in the world have been working on this problem.

Mr. Drysdale is ailing?

I'll go take a look.

Oh, Mr. Drysdale, I left your coat here on the truck, but you come up to my office later.

Catch him, Lunspout.

Any patients waiting to see me?

Granny, I apologize.

I come up with a cold cure 45 years ago.

Come and listen to a story about a man named Jed, a poor mountaineer, barely kept his family fed.

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