Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Hey!
Lousy krauts! Let 'em have it!
The German prototype had the same problem as our first design.
Jenny, this thing's full of hydrogen. When the fire hits the envelope...
where is he now?
The director thinks I'm talented.
- All right Peevy, stand clear. - What was that?
Swell outfit, dad.
- Easy, easy! - I got it.
Hello?
What do you know about women, Peev?
This I gotta see.
Come on, Peev.
Does anybody here know him?
I see.
- There he is! Get outta my way. I can't see. - Keep drivin'!
I cooperate at my discretion.
Honey, you're walking through the scenery here.
- Hello? - Hello.
Send me a cheque.
Yeah.
I'm the Rocketeer.
Put it in neutral! You steer, I'll push.
Think never Think never
Look us up, boys, when you get to Hollywood.
Cliff?
- You've gotta be outta your mind. - I'm talkin' about making some real money here, Peevy.
Ask him about the secret room. Ask him about the Germans on the radio.
Stop kiss her Stop kiss her
The rocket
- Bingo! - That'll work. Rocketeer it is.
- It was damn sloppy. - It could've been worse. We got the gizmo.
Turn her off! Turn her off!
See you around, Rocketeer.
The rocket, Secord!
They chased it to an airstrip in the valley.
Extra, extra! Read all about it!
I don't know. There's somethin' under this seat.
Oh, no!
and you're busy... romancin' some dame.
- Peevy... the stake! - Get down!
Take a cab.
She's a beauty, Mr. Hughes.
He must've ditched it somewhere, but he ain't talkin'.
But he likes you.
Flora Maxwell.
Where is it?
Malcolm, it's me, Cliff. Wake up! Wake up, Malcolm, come on!
Somebody tore up his place like they were looking for something.
Malcolm, the wheel came off.
Good night, Millie. Thank you for the soup.
Are you trying to kill yourself?
Hello. I'm Neville Sinclair.
- Lock the doors. We'll trap him like a fly. - Right. Lock the doors!
Next time you go after one of my men, I'll kill you.
God knows how many more men would have died if it had flown.
Oh... don't ever fly her without this.
There was a wreck on the runway.
You pay me what you owe me because you're half lunatic anyhow.
Watch out for that Zeppelin. It's full of hydrogen.
- Yeah, give it to us. - What's his name?
Miss Blake, will you excuse us for just a moment?
Whose is it?
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...on the first stop of their goodwill tour.
Crank her up, Goose!
- We need a word with the patient. - In private.
Prepare to die that we may learn the identity of the Laughing Bandit.
- You must be... - Jenny Blake.
Cliff, what's going on?
- Neville Sinclair? - Uh-huh.
I... I'd hate to think...
You treat her nice, Clifford. She's gonna take us all the way to the nationals.