Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Wilma, it sounded like you said "return it."

Will you stop yelling and get help? Don't just stand...

and we can't even buy a lemonade.

- What happened, Fred? - Get a doctor. I can't see.

Well, the cops won't. They'll lock me up for a nut.

- But how? - By letting them find us, that's how.

$86,000 down the drain.

- Did we lose them? - Yeah, they didn't make the light.

Yeah, it's the missing loot. Listen.

Besides how do I find out who it really belongs to?

Till I figure a way to get out of this mess you got us into.

Fill her up, bud. Make it snappy. We're in a hurry.

Fred, look at this. It's a sack of money.

And for the last time, Barney, I will not split any of the money.

Did you hear that, Fred? A reward!

And that's just how it happened. So it's my money, right?

Naturally, I'm a married man.