Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

He's having too much fun.
Young Master Armstrong is extremely frail and delicate, and the Clampets refuse to give him the proper food or rest or medication.
Looks like you could use a little fattening up.
You don't understand.
Call the FBI.
Master Armstrong is in swimming.
Hello, Granny.
Wake him up.
Why, certainly.
I don't think that fellow chef can bake it in his hat.
Oh, don't let that worry you, little doozy.
The oxygen tent is in the car.
Sure, you might as well get the feel of it.
A hillbilly family called the Clampetts.
You can have this one.
Now, you just watch me and do as I do.
You can play a real tune.
They just travel.
Well, I just mopped and cleaned in here just this morning.
Y'all come back now, hear?
Hang on.
Come on, little doozy.
He's very sickly.
Come back, Ellie Mae.
Nothing to worry about.
Well, I'll take your temperature and blood pressure before I go.
Perfect ringer, Uncle Jack!
Oh, please, sir, please!