Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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

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

Our husbands swiped $86,000...

Send up all those dresses I looked at last week.

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

No kidding. Oh, boy, what a dream.

Okay, lady, hand over the dough.

This is Wilma Flintstone.

Wilma, have a heart, will you?

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

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

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

Fred as president.

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

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

This looks like a good place to hide, Barney.

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

Just leave them there and let's scram.

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

from the Rockville National Bank this morning...

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

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

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

from the war pictures on the Late, Late Show.

I sort of went berserk.