Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Jetson! - I've had it.

Jetson, I'd like to make it up to you.

Well, I wanted to remind your father of the PTA meeting tonight.

"New show at the Top of the Moon. "

We'll need a new car to match my jacket.

George Jetson is his name.

Goodbye, Cosmo.

When you get to the garage, would you ask Henry, the building superintendent...

You and your brilliant ideas.

The Marauders are lined up defensively. The Ringers are in a huddle.

Pajamas? What for?

On the other side of the field is Coach Lasky...

...the cube root of 87...

Oh, how sneaky.

We're late again, aren't we?

And there goes the gun ending the first half.

Oh, don't even think of that.

I'll phone my wife from your place and tell her you had an amazing recovery...

- Me? - That's right, sir. Congratulations.

Sock-and-rock-'em action?

See it? I didn't even get a chance to taste it.

But, gee, Mom, it's raining. Do I have to go?

Sorry, Jetson, little accident. Have a chair.

After a short rest, you'll feeI better.

- After you, sir. - No, after you, sir.

- We are? - We are. Take a look.

And he does. What a play!

No, sir. I'll be parked right in front of the TV set tonight.

Elroy, what's the matter with you? SchooI is fun, fun, fun, fun, fun.

- Boy, I hope we haven't missed the kickoff. - Relax, Jetson, we'll make it.

Mom said you were working overtime.

This is one excuse Spacely will never go for: running out of fueI.