Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Here goes! We are of course! After all we're not babies.
Oh, yeah. Make ears bigger.
"Yeah, yeah," what?
Well, you see... I'll let my son tell you. Okay, Kenny...
- Don't worry, Elroy. - Don't worry?
Tie him to the car and drag him.
Congratulations, Elroy, old paI.
Call out the riot rod. I mean, call out the riot squad.
Oh, Mr. Countdown. What's up?
Here we are. "Playground, movies, schooI."
...so that we may discuss your son's atrocious conduct.
- Now, where can a kid like him go? - No place.
Help. I'm stuck. I am too big for this ventilator.
Thank you...
Our son, a criminaI.
A Martian military schooI?
Yeah, very temporary, Mugsy. 30 years to life.
Okay, take them out and lock them up.
Didn't you ever space-ski to schooI when you were a kid, Mom?
...equals the totaI sum of the trigonomic syndrome...
Since you know so much, we've gotta do something with you.
Oh. Mouth smaller.
Meet George Jetson
Now, now, don't be so hard on the boy, George.