Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Mr. Cunningham, this ain't Maureen.

I guess we owe it to him, huh, Dad?

Go ahead, Fonz.

All right. Now, this Sunday

The only thing she's got on my list is no mustache.

♪ Hello, sunshine, good-bye, rain ♪

Why me, Marion?

You find any good numbers

of the qualifications of a perfect wife.

And speaking of soup...

Maureen. Maureen.

Except that one.

Apparently she rides again.

Here, take in the salad.

I probably saw 'em anyway.

closest thing I got to a family.

I let her down easy.

The old duck was better.

So what happened, Fonz?

Well, you look very familiar to me.

♪ This day is ours ♪

He said he wanted something to eat.

You're kidding.

That's very good, Mr. C.

Are you nervous?

Do you know a girl like that, Dad?

Oh, thank you, Arthur.

Because I have X-ray vision. She took the mask off.

Really terrific.

Yeah... Her name is Maureen.

My family won't talk to me.

Hey, you watch your mouth. This girl's a lady.

Oh, boy, I'm really exhausted.

We hold our annual hardware convention in...

♪ There's nothing can hold me when I hold you ♪

but Dad and I thought you should know, that's all.

Wh-What are you doing?