Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Gosh, they're impossible to get. How did you do it, Mr. Granite?

Now grab him. We got him!

He bit my finger.

but this is ridiculous.

I better call the fire department.

Now sit down and eat your dinner while I give the baby his bottle.

How about that, Fred?

- Sleeping like a baby? - That's right.

- I'll stop that. - Easy, Fred. He's only a baby.

- But aren't you forgetting Egbert? - We'll take the kid with us.

The champ dances away. Both boys are looking for an opening.

I don't know why, but go ahead.

Hello there, sports fans.

Two tickets to tonight's fights.

What are you guys doing in jail?

- I didn't buy a new fur dress, Fred. - All right, the new hat, then.

There you are. Stop squirming, or I'll...

Why didn't you tell me this morning? I would've stayed home from work.

Hey, it's Joe's pooch.

Shower first, laundry next

Tonight? You think you ought to? So soon?

Egbert, it's me, Uncle Barney.

Who does this baby belong to?

That's a great idea, Fred.

That's right, Sergeant.

- You wish to see me, sir? - You bet I do.