Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Come in here and close that door, Rubble.
I got you, you little rascal.
- Come on, Fred. - I'm coming, Barney.
- You, too, Barney? - Me, too, Fred.
level 35 boss
I sure told the boss what I thought of him.
Sorry.
And in this corner, wearing spotted trunks...
Tonight? You think you ought to? So soon?
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Come on out, Eggy. Come to your Uncle Barney.
It's my top and I'll blow it if I want to.
About face.
Right, Fred. So long.
We are going to the fights. FITES fights. and that is the end of story.
It's a living.
That's better.
I didn't know this morning. He's only been here 10 minutes.
I guess Uncle Barney knows how to handle kids, too.
Hey, turn on the TV. It's time for the big fight.
- See you after dinner, Barney-boy. - Right, Fred. We'll get an early start.
I fought, and I clawed my way up through the business jungle...
It’s a Liverpool
Rock-a-bye baby
Come on in, Barney. Let's watch the fight.
- Except for one thing. - What's that, pal?
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- What about it, Fred? - We got tickets. We could go see it.
Do you feel better now, Fred?