Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

That's Fred up there, groaning.
The Rockland Dance Hall?
Yeah. This is my friend, Barney Rubble.
Contact.
I mean...
- Say, this is gonna be fun. - Right. Meet you in 10 minutes.
Yeah. There's one thing that bothers me, Barney.
Who told you that underwear was acceptable on your head?
Fred, you okay?
It's crazy, but I'm an idol around here.
they don't write songs like that anymore.
What's this thing, Fred?
- Like your disappearing egg? - Okay, laugh.
They can't come out till I say the magic word, right?
There's some contact for you, you old goat-face.
- Hello, Fred. Anything wrong? - We heard a crash.
I've never been so humiliated.
I don't know why I'm going to the dance hall, Fred. I can't dance.
By the way, how did you like that disappearing trick, Wilma?
When the saints come marchin'in