The Beverly Hillbilly.

They always steal boy babies!

Granny, stop spooking the boy.

Well, to Luke, or Ze Goyner, or whatever you gypsies say.

Well, how about a baby boy?

Boy, that is black gold, Texas tea.

Oh, you're my only baby boy and I love you.

Very rich hillbillies.

Hillbilly, that is.

Those are my very rich hillbillies.

My goodness, I'd pay any price to get rid of those dreadful hillbillies.

Oh, chief, where are you going to find two more gypsies in Beverly Hills?

Come and listen to a story about a man named Jed, a poor mountaineer, barely kept his family fed.

And then one day he was shooting at some food, and up to the ground come a bumbling crew.

That's a 230 pound baby you're talking about.

I got a big wagon.

Hey, what's all the hollering?

Just real quick, get upstairs and hide under the bed.

What for?

So the gypsies won't steal you.