Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

SO, I HAD AN OFF NIGHT.

ANYBODY CAN SINK A BALL ON THE BREAK.

I'LL HIT THE YELLOW BALL THROUGH ALL THE RED BALLS,

AND WHY DO YOU NEED CONCENTRATION

TALK ABOUT DUMB LUCK.

AND YOU WANT TO BE GOOD AT IT,

OH, NO PROBLEMS, MR. MATHEWS. I TALKED TO CAROL.

YEAH, LET HIM WATCH, MIKE. I'LL SHOW HIM SOME OF THE FINER POINTS OF THE GAME.

YEAH. HOW'D YOU GUESS?

YOU MEAN THAT LITTLE BOY BEAT YOU AT POOL?

2-BALL IN THE SIDE POCKET.

TO PLAY A DUMB GAME LIKE POOL?

THAT WE OUGHT TO DO SOMETHING TO SHOW MR. MATHEWS OUR APPRECIATION FOR THE GIFT.

WELL, MATHEWS'S THE NAME AND POOL IS THE GAME.

BYE-BYE, MOM. BYE.

OUT FROM THE MIDDLE OF THE RED BALLS

OH, THAT PIANO WOULD'VE LOOKED

NOW, THAT'S REALLY NICE.

CAROL, LISTEN, A-ABOUT THIS DINNER ON SATURDAY,

I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO SAY.

YOU MEAN WE HAVE TO WAIT TILL DAD GETS HOME?

HONEY, YOU HEARD YOUR FATHER.

WELL, AREN'T YOU GOING TO SAY SOMETHING?

INTO 3 DIFFERENT POCKETS AT THE SAME TIME...

DON'T WORRY ABOUT IT, OLIVER.

IF YOU KNEW THE FINER POINTS OF THE GAME.

I'D BREAK HIS ARM.

WHAT IN THE WORLD IS ALL THIS?

OK, CHAMP. LET'S SEE YOU MAKE IT.

GOOD MORNING, MIKE.

I'M RICH! I'M RICH!