Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

The ball is snapped back. Swatchahowiz is fading back.
And the Marauders are thrown for a loss.
Cosmo, I've been thinking about that poor man.
He never stopped crying long enough to tell us.
And you'd better hurry too. You'll be late for work.
What now? I'm late already.
Cosmo, I've misjudged you.
Oh, dear. I wish George could see at least part of this game.
Oh, that Coach O'Brien is a sneaky one.
Well, good thinking, Jetson.
Now, what do I have left to do today?
...are easy on the pockets.
Coach O'Brien is about to pick his starting players.
How is he now, Cosmo?
You're a big help, Judy. I'll straighten the bedroom.
That George will never put a foot in this house again. Never.
He's out somewhere.
Here's a nickeI. Don't tell Mom you've seen me.
Help, Jane!
jane...i mean jill... stop this crazy thing!
Go, go, Brimlovich!
And me without a spare pellet. Oh, I hope the safety chute works.
Look at the size of those guys.
You press the dish disposaI button.
I'll only stay a second.
- Mink? - Mink?
Oh, poor George. He must be so busy.
...the bargain sprocket that's easy on the pocket.
- Will that be cash or credit, sir? - Just charge it to my Driver's Club card.
Some pygmies from Africa may show up and wanna dip their spears in it.
Coach O'Brien has picked a real old-timer.