Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Granny, once and for all, we're going to find out firsthand about them Hollywood parties.
Dash Riprock.
And the girls at the mill told her.
Well, we're looking for Mr. Riprock.
Stay where you are.
What's wrong with Hollywood parties?
Sit down, sit down.
Okay.
That is dash, riprock, and bolt uprights.
Well, what's the matter with it?
Gosh!
Poor, sweet, innocent Ellie May can whip four of their kind with one hand tied behind her.
That's probably the dark glasses.
I am?
What does she know about Hollywood parties?
That flour mill in Springfield.
Bend your knees.
Okay.
It's Ellie Mae!
Well, the first thing you know, old Jed's a millionaire.
Black gold.
You just be your own sweet pretty self and do honest day's work movie starring.
You?
Could I finish reading those, sir?
I'm not one to pass on gossip, you know.
Take a good look, Mr. Pinkerton.
Them young actor fellows will be wanting to get acquainted and it won't help none to have your pa standing around.
Come out of there, Rip Dash, you coward!
That's it?