Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Boy, this sure is a pretty park.
You ain't gonna feel much like sitting.
I'll get a piece of chalk and go to siphon on the sidewalk.
Just give them some coins and send them away.
But you is gonna see the show that was promised to you.
It's her money.
What am I bid for this?
But now it's time to say goodbye to Jed and all his kin.
The coffee machine in the back.
Yeah, shake out beet sacks, undo the seams, and wash and iron and stitch them together.
Oh, you're back!
Must be a dozen.
Oh, Granny.
Well, let's go out and get them a truckload of bittles.
Right here, Chief.
And she's her favorite.
Uncle Jan!
I am?
Our cup is runnin' over.
I don't blame you for being proud of it.
When Ma done her dressmaking, I used to oil the sewing machine.
Why are you here?
Well, an ape and a bobcat are pretty good fighters.
Oh, we's Clampetts, ma'am.
Nice dress, Eddie.
We'll slip it in with the middles for Miss Renee.
Jethro, pull off to the curb.
See them bunch of cars parked up yonder?
Looks like somebody's doing a good business.
Well, strictly speaking, Mr. Drysdale doesn't buy them, but we own it.
Sure, that's a good deal, like the name of the lady that Miss Jane said was running a dress store.