Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

LOOK, I DO NOT WANT A BOTTLE, OKAY?

I'M THE ONE WHO FOUND YOU, HEH.

THERE'S NO MILK COMING OUT OF THESE.

I'M WORRIED ABOUT HER EMOTIONAL STATE.

PLEASE, SIR, DON'T TOUCH HER.

WELL, YOU CAN STILL HAVE A BABY.

UH, WHAT COLOR IS THE CAST?

( crying continuing )

DIDI, DID YOU NAME THIS BABY YET?

Emmitt Smith scores!

THERE'S A BABY CRYING IN THE HOUSE.

YOU'VE GOT TO DO IT.

Hank: SHH-SHH-SHH...

I FED HIM, WASHED HIM, DIAPERED HIM.

MY TOP CAST AND MY BOTTOM CAST MATCH.

HANK, THE STRAW BROKE OFF FIVE MINUTES AGO.

YOUR MOM IS ONE OF ONLY 16 PEOPLE

YOU DID THIS TO MY SON.

SHH. I'M NOT HUNGRY.

IT'S GOING TO MAKE IT SOUND LIKE I'M "BAD HANK."

NO, THE LEG. NO, THE STOMACH.

THANK GOODNESS FOR THE MUD.

UNCLE HANK, DIDI'S HAVIN' THE BABY RIGHT NOW.

YES, SIR, I DID.

HANK, WHAT DID YOU DO TO YOUR WIFE?

WHAT DOES THAT MATTER, MR. HILL?

AND THEN THEY CAN'T APPRECIATE IT.

YOU TOOK PEGGY'S BOTTLE

WHEN SHE FEELS HER OWN LIMITATIONS.

THE KID IS LEAKING OUT OF HIS CHEST!

SHE WOULD NOT HAVE SURVIVED

( sobbing ): OH, GOD!

TO PUT ON SOME LIPSTICK, AND SHE LOOKS AWFUL.

I SHOULDN'T HAVE LEFT, RIGHT?