Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Scat.
Oh, drummers, huh?
They won't harm the boy.
But now it's time to say goodbye to Jed and all his kin.
Every month or two.
Well, I'll go put them on.
It's bad for his blood pressure.
Yeah, Granny.
I fear you're might young for Ellie.
He's the first.
I'm Jed Clampett.
Prettier drumsticks, too.
You don't understand.
It felt like a whale!
I'll tell you what you can do.
Jethro, get out your rifle and hunt down one of them Swiss yogurts.
Howdy, Mr. Drysdale.
Granny, is that you?
Now then.
But you might get a nosebleed at that altitude.
Pal?
Ostrich!
Hold on a minute.
Wilkins, please!
Yeah.
Well, I'll tell him when he comes down out of the top of that tree.
Big Jeffro!
This spray settles the dust in the room.
Then spray him!
It just lies there.
Never mind.
I don't hardly think so.