Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh, hey, come on. It's no big deal.

Woody, cover the bar.

Bok. Bok. Bok. Bok. Bok.

Well, i doubt if the Collective intelligence Of them

What do you think He's writing, woody?

Of course there's No substitution

It's called "Ode to a cornish hen."

No resume, No nothing, huh?

But now i find I'm obsessed.

The point is that i Played this harmless Trick on them,

Uh, diane, Somebody wants To talk to you.

Ah, not really.

I just love the feel Of warm muffins In the morning.

Besides, there wasn't A bra in the field, huh?

At first i Approached it with My usual good humor,

* Wouldn't you Like to get away? *