Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

And then one day he was shooting at some food, and up through the ground come a bubbling crude.

Say, Mr. Clampett, isn't that an awful big tree that Jethro's chopping down?

And here they are arriving at the home they love the best.

Elf's convention.

I'll go get the bags, Uncle Jeff.

Sure don't make them in Beverly Hills.

Time was when you never minded sharing a bed with Ellie Mee.

I tell you what.

He's giving decisions in the leg, ain't he, Granny?

Every room in that hotel is full up.

Why don't you run out and fetch some wood?

Pearl, what are you crying about now?

Don't you remember me?

They're packed in there like krauts in a jar.

You can't stay there.

What happened to Ellie Mae?

Hi there, Smelly.

Don't you want to help Pearl get a husband?

Freddy, you old rascal.

We'll stay here until you marry Mr. Brewster.

Oh, howdy, Mr. Beaver.

All minced together and simmered in gopher gravy.

Come on, Ellie.

Yeah, it says, in person, Pearl Bodine, Wizard of the Keyboard.

Would you take this here fur coat?

I never felt him leave.

Maggie, I knew Freddy would find you.

I reckon you's heard.

I ain't about to swallow no story about an eagle.

Well, I don't doubt it.

If Jed can insist on him marrying me, I'm going to get him now's my chance.