Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Nothing to it, Fred. Look, no hands.
Six, five, four...
Maybe it was 57.
He got tired of walking, so we volunteered.
Yoo-hoo, Fred. Are you all right?
Attention, men.
Some guys retain youthful muscle tone, like me...
- Barney? - Yeah, Fred?
Sundown Cobblestone? When did he get out of the calaboose?
Okay. Cross my heart, I promise I'll keep your dinner hot for you.
I thought I'd have to bring it to the gravel pit.
You name it, you're out of it.
Thanks.
Guess they're not home.
Lucky you had your safety helmet on.
are Pvt. Fred Flintstone and Pvt. Barney Rubble.
- You're okay? - I think so.
It's starting to land. Duck!
because you, Sergeant, have not come up with two volunteers yet.
It was Fred's idea.
without revealing the secret...
Three whole hours?
How?
Into orbit? Are you out of your cotton-picking mind?