Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

What are you doing down there?
"We Are Of Course! After All. We're Not Babies"
I told him not to eat them pizza pills before a job.
Elroy Jetson. And here's his picture.
Better take her home, mister. We'll be in touch with you.
Mr. Jetson. Calling Mr. Jetson.
Why, you miserable little space-sneak.
Po Po Po Po Power with BEARGLOVE!!!
Now, you guys keep quiet and let me do the Iying.
Yeah, he's a hero, all right.
- You hear that, Astro? - Yeah, my favorite.
Okay, I'll try.
Bye, dear.
Say, now, maybe the old switcheroo will work.
Elroy! How could you?!
- Well, I know, dear, but on a spaceboard? - Sure.
Four D's, an F and an H.
I ran away from home. And we just passed over my house.
Jane!
But, Mom, Pop... But, Mom, Pop...
Run for help. Thanks a lot.
Hey, where are you going with that spaceboard?
It's the spacebulls!
All right, we're almost there, fellas. Everybody know his job?
A freeze gas gun.
My pop bought a new tape player...