Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You're a whisperer.
By the way, Granny, can Herbie have a room of his own?
Oh, Mr. Clampett, I couldn't sell this wonderful animal.
But I did.
Wake up, Herbie!
Granny, there's nothing in the world like your puree of possum.
We'll be up all night with him walking the floor, while he dumpers you chaps.
Now let's go.
Well, at least I can get rid of the taste.
Well, Mr. Clampett, Mr. Drysdale said you wanted to see me.
The sight of all that delicious food has made me ravenous.
He's a gorilla for a whole gallon, but he's got his own head.
Mr. Thomas F. Kelly.
How about that?
No, I'm a gorilla.
Washing an island.
I've still got that hickory stick.
We'll get him into some good work clothes and make a self-respecting ape out of him.
Hi.
But, Coach... Yes, Bermuda shorts and other casual attire.
Greatest guy in the world.
Hey!
Please, Pa, let's get Herbie back.
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