Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

And I made that stuff you're sniffing.

Where is Ripley?

Good weather all the way.

Yeah, and mister, you better hope he has good luck.

He was laughing too hard.

You mean you let that bear drink?

Say, Sam, do you know anything about a town called Ripley?

Drysdale, I'm Sam Drucker.

Oh, who's your friend, the mayor?

Ooh, ooh, you have bad breath, dear child.

Well as I understand it, he's sharing a cell with Ellie's bear in the Ripley jail.

We're going to make up for all that.

Give me the phone.

You ought to be in the drunk tank.

Wait a minute, Jed.

Now, Mr. Drysdale, to help you, I left my store and I rode 40 miles with a pig.

I ought to undress you and put you to bed.

Oh, we had a dandy trip.

Yeah, and I'm getting the worst of it.

That stuff is liquid dynamite.

Of course not, he must be released immediately.

Good thinking, Granny.

Holy cow, a city feller and a banker.

I got to plead his case in front of Hittinger, Joe.

Yes, Your Honor, three jugs.

You know anybody over there can help him?

Remember, Jethro's been home.

They were building a scaffold outside my cell.

A few sprinkles and a snow flurry, huh?

That's mighty unfriendly of them.