Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Yes, I promised.
Has she thanked Uncle Kurt that way before?
Is there somebody in your bed?
Are you pushing me?
What was it that you liked?
Quit squawking.
- Maybe this'll help. - That's more like it.
Hang on!
- What are you doing? - Wait!
- Do those clothes belong to Dallas? - Sure.
Sean's got a way of...
Nobody knows who built it or how old it is. 2,000 years maybe.
and I would like some sleep. Wouldn't you?
Dallas, what do I do?
'Night.
Hello, Stan.
Folks. Rest well.
- We're going great. Another box! - We?
Forget that monkeys have teeth this long, just don't bother.
Come on in.
- Sean. I'm going on the wagon. - Why?
Hi, Sean.
You all have standard type blood that's easy to match.
Only three months, the whole hunting season.
Are you gonna break your promise?
Come, baby!
Tell Dr Sanderson we'll be at Arusha hospital in about five hours. Over.
Take the rope.
Oh, nothing. One of those things women wear,
Sean, tell me again about the rocket.
- E Flat. - What?
- Well, you never know, do you? - Know what?
- Look, Kurt. This is serious. - Ask her to come back next year.
Did the Frenchman say what he was using the money for?
- Okay! - How can you catch them with a net?
- It won't make any difference. - Hop in.
How did it happen?
Slow down easy! Easy! Slow down easy!
I just want to file these letters.
- What's that? - Keep quiet.
That's just because you got horned.
How do you do? I'm not really their boss.
And Kurt. Let's see...
He's small, we've got plenty of room.
Before you go any further, I should tell you, you're not alone.
- Well! - Well, what?
- Another invention. - Something for catching monkeys.
Now, Sean!
without hearing of Frenchy de la Court.
He does smell something.
I remember you.
We got married this afternoon!
The man from Mars.
What'll we talk about?
You're right, there.
Knock on it!
- Look, Dallas... - What did you do that for?
I know of your father.
Hey, he's not yelling.
I had my hands over my eyes.
A burn? Make sense!
If you want the ice, look in Brandy's room.
You'd better be good.
Tell us when you want her.
They would have liked filter tips...
That didn't mean anything. You didn't mess it up.
Well, I'm sorry, Dallas, about the misunderstanding.
I don't know. You heard him today.
- How do you feel? - I hurt.
- There's nothing wrong with them! - Yes, there is!
I sure didn't.
Pull him out of there.
Well, that does it.
Arga! Another one.
Never mind. Chips will do.
I don't know.
Well, I'm listening.
It's easy. I just thought, "How do you feed a baby?"
- Hi, Kurt. - 'Night, Dallas.
I always thought...
Look out!
- Mama Tembo has gone. - What?
"Dearest Pockets..." That's me.
Tell the Indian we're not sure he's worth it.
Hold him! Let me see something!
- How's that invention coming along? - Fine!
- We'd better get busy. - Let's have a look.
Well, it seems the Indian's luck hasn't run out.
Thanks, Doc. We'll call you tomorrow.
- Mealie flour with milk. - Like baby formula.
Rhino, elephants, buffalo
I asked for the job because I was afraid if I waited,
I hired an African boy. He's going to buy more goats.
Charles Maurey.
You are going to have to ask me now.
- Tembo might find her. - Get him on the scent.