Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

75 Main Street is the Army recruiting office...
Don't forget to drop us a card when you get to the moon.
What? Do you mean to tell me I told you to join the Army?
Very funny.
Whatever made you think you could fly a thing like that?
- So long, pal. - So long, Barney.
who would never allow a man to do anything he wouldn't do first.
Barney and I got a three-hour pass for tonight.
Forward march!
Why bother? They can see I'm in perfect health.
Pvt. Rubble and Pvt. Flintstone...
Barney and I just joined the Army.
- No, what? - He said he wasn't setting it up...
Okay, men, take a ten-second break.
Maybe I'll get a cluster on my good conduct medal.
Barney wrote to me about it, too.
Barney and I just joined the Army for three years.
Yeah, I'm getting hungry.
- How am I doing, Doc? - So far, so good.
Barney, look. All I can see is clouds.
75 Main Street, Fred.
On the double! March!
The Army?
for a physical checkup.
for being shot into outer space, sir.
The big flabby one!
And I'm unvolunteering right now.
Fred, it's for you!
What do you mean, my fault? It's Wilma's fault.
in thinking we can make soldiers out of you in three short years.
- We could blast them off now, sir. - That's it. Blast them off.