Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

There's a car with its lights out coming up the street.

Fred as president.

Just leave them there and let's scram.

- Of course, it's our only chance. - What are you talking about, Wilma?

Send up all those dresses I looked at last week.

- and it just dropped on my head? - You believed it, Fred.

I thought you said they couldn't follow our tracks.

But don't leave yet. I got a lot more to tell you.

For a minute, I thought I'd have to cash in my government bonds.

Wilma, have a heart, will you?

I'm all out of breath, Sarge. You be the siren for a while, while I drive.

Wilma, we've been in 10 dives already, but this is the worst-looking.

This is Wilma Flintstone.

from the war pictures on the Late, Late Show.

Our husbands swiped $86,000...

from the Rockville National Bank this morning...

I sort of went berserk.

No kidding. Oh, boy, what a dream.

Okay, lady, hand over the dough.

- It's the cops. - So what, Fred? We're not the crooks.

I got them all tied up like you said, Fingers. What should I do now?

This looks like a good place to hide, Barney.

No, Barney, you're not entitled to a cent.

For that you expect to be cut in? You are out of your lead-picking mind.

And some hats, Wilma. Don't skip the hats.