Mr. Drysdale?

It's Miss Jane and Mr. Drysdale.

Well, Mr. Drysdale says to tell you... Yes?

I assure you, Mr. Drysdale is not dead.

Mr. Drysdale is not one to chicken out.

The Beverly Hillbillies.

Right smack dab in front of Mr. Drysdale's bank.

Why, he's even claiming that he's Mr. Drysdale's doctor.

Howdy, Mrs. Hathaway.

We can watch it from Mr. Drysdale's office at the bank.

Can we watch the Possum Day Parade from Mr. Drysdale's window?

Mr. Drysdale, a doctor's duty never stops, even on possible days.

And Mr. Drysdale and Miss Jane say we can all be in it.

Well, I'm afraid there's not... Granny, Granny, Mr. Drysdale has something very important to discuss with you.

Mr. Hadley, Mrs. Hathaway, come in, come in.

Look who's here to help us celebrate the holiday, exclaimed Mr. Clampett happily.

Gesso, you call Mr. Drysdale at his bank, and you tell him to send over your Uncle Jed's $35 million right away.

Hillbilly, that is.

Well, upon my arrival at the Clampett mansion, imagine my surprise to find them arrayed in their Sunday finery and having a square dance.

Don't leave Beverly Hills.