Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Can we stop for vittles now, Uncle J?
Where blue blazers do they keep kids' money?
Nonsense, Mr. Crick.
And then one day he was shooting at some food, and up through the ground come a bubble and crude.
What cripple do you mean?
Glad to do it.
He promised to commence to dig me a root cellar.
Gets you to cuss and...
I'm going to try my best.
You speak to me, boy.
Hillbilly, that is.
Now then, you wouldn't have to worry at all.
I'm not much of a one for setting around.
You're right, Granny.
That's right, Mr. Drysdale.
I'll join you in a minute with the shovel.
Granny, I told you Lathe has got a job.
Pretty girl always makes her room pretty.
They's both gone back home.
I stopped drunken, Jed.
Hmm.
Two peas in a pod.
What's that?
You are like Mr. Clampett.
This has been a Filmways presentation.
Want me to fetch you a jug of rheumatism medicine?
The leaf ain't going to be around to do much spoiling.
We got plenty of food.
I can't believe it.
That's right.
All ready to go, Mr. Crick.
What you fixing to do, Jed?