Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

When I came through the lobby just now, they all chanted in unison... Here come the Scrooge!

I guess you think it's kind of silly for someone so old.

Well, Sam, it was sure sweet reading it, but it would be even sweeter if I was hearing it from your own lips.

He told us he was a big Hollywood producer.

Oh, that was Bobby Joe Bradley.

Now, what can I do for you?

That was your question?

Uh, Miss Jane, would you mind driving us to Hooterville?

Yep, we're going back to Hooterville for Christmas.

Oh, wow, we're going to have to start writing our love letters on butcher paper.

I take it you didn't get Sam's letter back.

Yesterday I saved the sausage, skinned my chitlins, and hung my ham.

Well, Zoe, sow belly.

This one's for Jethro, too, from Bobby Joe Bradley.

Hi, Mr. Drysdale.

Oh, it ain't for me.

And these are going to need stamps made of asbestos.

Go get it back.

That's a good idea.

Well, I'll tell you.

I aim to give him a good stiff jolt of anesthetic.

Oh, that's right.

Let me have it.

Come on, give Granny a letter.

Were you there when the clock went off?

Take a wedding dress and a bait bucket.