Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

and I commanded the Flying Hellfish...

Grampa, hush! Here. Why don't you spit some more?

You could've made sergeant.

but I do have slippers and an oatmeal spoon.

Maybe if I go back to sleep for a few days, some good mail will build up.

we'd all love to share in your wisdom, experience, yadda, yadda, yadda.

except for a four-year service in World War II and one high school day trip.

Someone's trying to kill me.! Sweet merciful McGillicutty.!

I'd hate to wind up in one of them old folks' homes.

The seventh Hellfish is dead!

You're one heck of a grandson, boy.

I chased that rascal to get it back...

Yes, sir. Is this to your liking

Over my dead body it will!

Wow, 47! I love you, Grandpa.