Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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