Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I can't get this thing down!

- My God! - It's Crumb!

on our Mrs. Downing and that strapping stud of hers.

I'm sure she means to be helpful, but...

You find that crazy typewriter, and you'll have your kidnappers.

- They won't really kill her, will they? - Of course not.

- Do tell. - Brace yourself.

And the boots to match.

As you can imagine, these are trying times.

Everything will be just fine.

It's a cute slogan, no?

- Hello? - How we doing, boss man?

She's gotta have it constantly... four or five times a day.

He's doing whatever the hell the kidnappers told him to do.

That's not Beef! That's a clean shaven Deszu Djizlas!

Hold me. Touch me. Kiss me, you mad fool.

- Of course. - Of course.

How you doing, Harry?

Thank you, God.

That's right, baby. Buenos Aires.

I see you’ve been redecorating…

- For Christ's sake, can't you lose him? - He's on me like glue.

the kidnappers are in pain, mental torment...

No, I'm Draisen.

Go ahead. Have a look-see.

Good morning. Crumb & Crumb Detective Agency. Please hold.

perhaps blissfully, unaware.

And I hereby charge these two miscreants...

She had given to her daughter her regular appointment.

I happen to know that P.J. Downing's daughter was kidnapped 72 hours ago.

Are you saying she doesn't have a regular weekly appointment?

- No. Go with Venetian blinds. - Like I suggested in the first place.

Go figure, huh?

they are lazy, stupid, cowardly, arrogant...

You see, P.J., I believe that there's the criminal body...

Very good. Okay.

Just like those animals that took our Jennifer.

Stick him! Move! That's it! Up! Down!

but they may never discover what I already know.

Good-bye, Harry Crumb.

There is one possibility.