Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

These are back home tomatoes.
Well, she let it slip, let her butler and vegetable man done the work.
What is that?
Cuckoo!
Why, this ostrich idea is fresh.
Here you are, Mr. Drysdale.
We'll never make it.
Alright, we'll start again at sunrise.
You're just as big as ever.
What's that?
Shoo!
Well, I just wanted to see if you've seen a great big bird about so high, with a long neck, black feathers, and long legs.
I hope it will discourage Granny from trying to grow her own.
Forget it, Earl.
That'll give me time for a couple more helpings.
Take your shoes off.
Now you stay right here.
Mr. Hudson, Miss Hathaway wants to see you.
She'll get back to bed.
She's only trying to grow a prize-winning tomato.
No.
Why, she never cared shucks about growing nothing till she seen me do it.
Wherever did you find it?
Ad campaign, my dear.
Set a spell.
She ain't likely to win no prize with store-bought tomatoes, neither.
I wanted to bring you the good news.
I just got up too early.