Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

And Fred will think he made us disappear.

And what's a better idea than hospitalizing them?

When the saints come marchin'in

I bet she doesn't understand you.

Fellas will probably be disappointed if I don't.

Barney-boy, stop your worrying. I made them disappear, remember?

After all, Wilma, you know I used to sing with a band...

Listen to the joint jump, Fred.

Come on, Big Daddy.

- They disappeared, right? - Right.

- How about letting me try it? - Hold it, Fred. Don't jump off the fence.

I can still hit the old high notes. Listen.

We're all set for our annual benefit show next week.

I want to be in that number

I used to sing with the old H.L. When he had the high school band.

Wow, they must've got discouraged and gone home.

And what are you gonna do, funnyman?

Wilma, I'm hungry.

- Right. - And every year I get up and sing, right?

You got a pretty loud voice, Fred. Can't say I blame her.

- No kidding? What happened? - Wilma happened.