Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Come and listen to a story about a man named Jed.
How interesting.
You think your albino engines are superstitious about them?
There's one way you can lure him off.
Wonderful.
Where was you when I needed you, John?
Ellie Mae, get that stuff away from the door.
I'm going to call Luke and warn him to go right ahead.
Well, at least he ain't going empty-handed.
It's the car's inner circuit.
I hope we can drive them doing better out back.
He's still bouncing.
She ain't too smart when it comes to Indians.
I ain't popped a one of them red devils, and there must be better than a hundred of them.
Well, do something to make it look like an Indian race.
Oh, that's smart.
Banks?
Now, there's just one little favor Ellie and me would like to ask of you before you go.
I told you it wasn't going to be no trouble with the engines.
I hope you don't mind.
What's that?
Jane, they probably got her tied on an anthill, dragging her behind a wild pony, burning her at the stake!
The engine's in trouble!
What?
Well, why'd you come up here dressed like one?
Oil, that is.
God way you wanna shine us!
Indian, no listen to Brewster.
No, no.
All right, we'll take the guns.