Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Ray?
Now Chief, in all fairness to the employees, you do not display much holiday spirit.
A piece of powder burns from the explosion.
Hello?
You keep him in the sugar jar, do you?
That was a dandy letter.
Will you come to Hooterville for Christmas, all of you?
When I give the word, set off the flash powder.
Fairchild's ready to go sailing, Mr. Drysdale.
Where is your letter?
Are we ready to start for Hooterville?
He's just a-honing and a-pining to spend Christmas with you.
Lay it on the line, you saucy scallywag.
You've got long arms.
Back!
Sure hope this operation ain't gonna take too long.
Anything.
Very rare and valuable.
Howdy, Miss Jane.
You hear that, Fairchild?
May be wrong, Granny, but that smells like spare ribs.
Put your postmaster cap back on.
Mmm, smells mighty good, Granny.
We want Drydale!
I'd best go sit down.
They love me all the more for it.
You don't have to beg, Mr. Dreiser.
Of course, I ain't no chicken myself.
Coming!
That's right.
Here come the Scrooge!
Oh Abbott, Sam, top that.
You see, the Bradley girls think I'm a big Hollywood producer.