The Beverly Hillbilly.

That thing was this high.

Pretty near as high as this height.

I suppose his father matriculated him.

I kind of think maybe it was his ma.

Hillbilly, that is.

But now it's time to say goodbye to Jed and all his kin.

However, as though I admire his enthusiasm, I must forbid him access through the main entrance.

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

So they loaded up the truck and they moved to Beverly Hills, that is.

Uncle Jed!

Uncle Jed!

Yeah, boy, did you find a chicken?

I found something.

I ain't sure if it's a chicken, a goose, a duck, or what.

Where is it?

I couldn't catch it.

That thing can outrun a jackrabbit.

There ain't no goose or duck.

Chicken?