Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- He got run over by 30 pounds of ribs. - Run over by ribs?
two, one. Blast off!
No, don't forget that.
- Pour it on, Barney. - I think she's starting to roll.
I was just resting my eyes. Let her go, Barney. Start the countdown.
- Not yet, Fred. - How's the fire coming?
That's what I thought. A couple of poachers and lawbreakers, even.
- The beach? - Yeah. Same thing every year.
Thanks, Ed. Hello. Flintstone speaking.
Fire's ready, Barney. Where's the fish?
- And that goes double, Barney. - How are you, ladies? Glad to see you.
That's right. As soon as we started blowing the horn...
- Last hour? - Yes, didn't you know?
Yeah, Fred, we all get tickets.
After we get on that, Barney...
- We got one of our own to worry about. - Hey, Fred.
Snork.
Hand me that number five club.
- Here's his tracks. - They're heading for the camp.
Betty ain't gonna like this. She wanted ribs.
And, yes, the feet. Large, but neat.
It's always nice to take a little bit of home with you wherever you go.