Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Mrs. Weefers, please, hurry up. Come on!

There's only one thing that bothers me, though.

And I go again.

Uh, just a moment, I'll help the boys pour.

There is an excuse! You're the excuse! You and your medieval attitudes!

But we're too busy singing to put anybody down

Look, Micky, will you calm down?

Mr. Vandenberg runs this place like an army camp.

Uh, heh. That's cute. Come on!

Mrs. Weefers! Wake up, come on.

And you really wouldn't want to do that to the boys.

Uh, where's she going?

Okay, so he's getting fresh. It's for a pal, anyway.

First thing you do is you put your fingers like that,

Tell me when the party begins.

♫ Here we come, walking down the street ♫

Yeah, and I'm gonna be his mother-in-law.

Ah, there you are, ha ha ha.

Huntington Hartford hates pickled herrings. Now, you try it.