Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

The young quack that wanted me was so cheap.

Tell us something.

And he doesn't charge those wild fees either.

All right with you, Ellie?

First visitors to the art gallery is here.

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

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

Don't say it, dear.

It's settled, then.

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

Well, Chief, what did the doctor say?

Oh, that's you, pal!

Fill several rooms, the way she put it.

Can I keep my critters?

I painted them on everything else I could find.

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

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

This here will be my first masterpiece.

He said I look good.

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

Bill, what's on your mind?

He was seeing you for the first time.

They's my specialty.

You know how it is.

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