Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

But where are the other lovelies?
- creating a hazard. What's your name? - Flintstone.
And with the hunters, the chase. What sport.
That's what I've been trying to tell you, Fred.
Here you are, Mr. Rubble, 30 pounds of ribs. Right on the nose.
We're leaving, too. But you know where we're going.
30 pounds of ribs. Yeah, I know. So long.
and we bring back our own ribs.
You're right, Barney. Full speed ahead!
- This is the way to travel, Barney. - Right, Fred.
I'll find my way out. Have fun.
- I can't stand them. - That's why I like the beach.
Help!
- Look who's talking about a fathead. - And it's got a long, skinny neck.
All right, wise guys. I had to put the garage back, didn't I?
Fred, I just felled my first tree.
Cooking over an open fire!
What's a snorkasaurus look like? I wouldn't know one if I saw it.
The Miss Universe contest. Right here in these woods. How original.
- I don't think there's any fish in this lake. - Any luck, Barney?
If we're going hunting, we might as well get an early start.
No, no, no! Let me guess. You're opera singers passing through.