Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

And some little green men about this high.

Yeah, that last boy put in there half a day.

Please listen to me.

What's a robot?

Boy, that is black gold, Texas tea.

Okay, take a memo.

I figured we ought to invite them to come along with the visitors from Mars.

Well, here I sit.

What with slippery roofs and crazy drivers, her body ain't safe around this house.

Well, if they's here to contact you, and so all thought smart, how come they landed in the wrong yard?

The little green varmints.

Now, chief, I did see three tiny green men.

Well, I might just come on a tree full of ripe fruit.

It hovers over the bowl.

Oh, they friends of the Drysdale?