Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Wait till you guys hear what happened to me.
Got it, Fred.
who put the brontosaurus in the tree?
I'm so glad you're home, dearest. Dinner is all ready.
As you know, this bout is blacked out...
Barney and I are going to the fights tonight.
There's got to be some reason you're so nice to me.
We are going to the fights.
I'll figure a charge when I find out who this baby belongs to.
Fred, you're turning red as a lobster.
Wilma, are you sure Fred won't mind baby-sitting tonight?
"We'll take the freeway and duck all the lights."
Eh, it’s a boogrin’
We are going to the fights! F-I-T-E-S! Fights! And that’s final!
We're leaving now, boys. Are you comfortable?
Eh, it’s a boogrin’
Attaboy, Rock.
Nothing, Officer. Nothing at all.
What an office party!
Friends, that baby in a tree item reported earlier proved to be a hoax.
I don't know how I'll explain it to Barney, though.
Attaboy, Barney. We're doing fine.
- A baby. - Right.
- Are you sure Fred won't blow his top? - No.
And they're slugging it out, toe to toe.
Go to sleep now, Egbert. Uncle Barney will be in the next room.
We are going to the fights. FITES fights. and that is the end of story.
Of course. Infant delinquents.
Hiya, Betty.