Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

He said I look good.

They's my specialty.

I painted them on everything else I could find.

The young quack that wanted me was so cheap.

All right with you, Ellie?

Tell us something.

Bill, what's on your mind?

Well, that new doctor said I didn't need any.

And he doesn't charge those wild fees either.

Perhaps this would be a good time to ask for a raise?

He was seeing you for the first time.

It's settled, then.

You see, after he whacked off his ear, he sent it over to his sweetheart.

This here will be my first masterpiece.

Can I keep my critters?

Don't say it, dear.

She thinks she made such an all-fired good possum.

Well, you never know what you can do till you try it.

First visitors to the art gallery is here.

Fill several rooms, the way she put it.

Well, Chief, what did the doctor say?

Mostly that he lives in attics and stars, and their paintings get mean-mouthed something awful... until after he's dead.

Oh, that's you, pal!

Mr. Engle, did you have in mind a plaque of about this size?

You know how it is.