Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Master Armstrong is very delicate.
Which bedroom is he in?
And rusty, too.
What can I do for you?
Thank you.
What is the crisis?
I wouldn't do that if I were... I tried to tell him.
Goodbye.
Last week, we had nurses around the clock.
The South One.
I was in the Marines, you know, and they taught us some pretty rough tactics.
Master Armstrong is not allowed in the water.
J. Edgar Hoover, please.
Would you help us out for a minute, please?
By any chance, were you in the third battalion?
I feel fine.
Who?
Master!
Try that, little doodger.
And they always telephone me on my birthday.
Granny, shake hands with Armstrong Dueser McHugh III.
Sorry to interrupt, Chief, but Wilkins here has an urgent problem concerning young Armstrong Duson Q. III.
It works!
Mr. Poleman?
Oh, I'm afraid I don't know how to swim.
What did you say?
That's right, friend.
To make a tater pie, it takes a lot of possum fat.
He's taking his nap.
But we use them right here.
Master Armstrong has several.
Me of them.
Oh, no, sir.