Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Did he say a cake?
I doubt if he can afford it.
He can't make up his mind what he wants to be.
Watch closer.
Oh, by the way, who recommended this bank to you?
I'll say.
My doggies, Mr. Magnificent.
Bought that names and fancy clothes and a whole warehouse full of magic stuff from a fella called Marvo.
But it looks like some of it done disappeared.
Come on, let's have a show!
It beats working at the bank, brain-surgeoning, double-knot spying, streetcar conductor, or anything.
What's he done now?
He's gonna be a magician in vaudeville.
He's gonna put on a whole show for you.
This is the wrong handkerchief.
They would like to thank you folks for kindly dropping in.
$50,000.
I kind of lean towards being a fry cook.
Wait for me in the taxi outside the gate.
Oh, Mr. Margo, look at all this stuff.
He was in the kitchen here underfoot, eating everything he could get his hand to.
Maybe the two of you together can pull a rabbit out of that dead, blasted hat.
That beef's all.
No, thank you, lad.
It didn't bite.
Now you see it.
He could buy me a whole warehouse full of stuff.
Now, he's going to do a whole show for us later.
And now, I am going to produce a cake for my hat.
For my first feat of leisure domain, I shall... Oh, dear.
Show Granny how good you are.