Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[ Gail ] Conrad! No!

[ Tattoo ] Your Highness. Yes?

[ Clapping Fins ] [ Chuckles ]

[ Roarke ] Mr. Ernie Miller.

I am pleased you're both so happy...

Would you please excuse me for a few minutes?

but... I cannot discuss them with you tonight.

We're having chicken chow mein.

- Why did you let Igor into the store? - You didn't tell me not to.

Well, apparently, somebody is, because I smell something burning.

But... he really looks like me.

The king and queen are always the first to dance.

You don't know what this means to us.

they never knew when Albert was alive.

I bet they're working their little fingers to the bone.

Why is the book your daughter is reading upside-down?

But then I don't know what I did expect.

I had no right.

How strange it is what a parent wants for a child...

I guess what I'm saying is that,

Conrad! Herbie! Are you all right?

You'd better not eat it. The bacon isn't cooked.

and soon the werewolf will walk the forest-- [ Man ] No!

Well-- Laurie's hat.

[ Gail ] Oh, no! [ Conrad, Muffled ] Help! Help!

was not a very likable man.

Oh, it's a regular laugh riot, Tattoo.

Your Majesty. Mr. Sand.

- I'm told you're quite good. - Thank you, Your Majesty. I'd like nothing better.

Gosh. You know that Roarke-- he thinks of everything.

Oh, Mr. Miller-- Um,

I bet that was a real kick in the head for her mommy.