Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Hey, Smoothy.
And I say it can't be done.
We hear you, Great Exalted Grand Pooh-bah.
- You're kidding. - Look, boy, back home I'm nothing...
Gravel Hotel, where the surf meets the rocks.
Oh, yeah? They all could read.
5:00 and here comes Fred.
Smoo, I was thinking of running down to your place for the big weekend.
You don't get letters unless you write.
Oh, brother, the only exercise he gets is lifting food to his mouth.
Go find yourself some other pigeons.
At least we don't have to do the cooking, Fred's got that department.
I guess he doesn't want to hurt our feelings by refusing.
Sure, I'd love to go.
Barney can be the bellboy...
judging people you don't even know. That's your big trouble, Wilma.
Old Smoothy has had a tough break. His whole staff walked out on him.
Now let's see, the cookbook says...
Anytime you want to give him away, we'll take him.
And I don't want to spend the three days sitting here listening to an inventory.