Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Say, Henry, will you help me? - To do what?
- Gosh! - And he does his magic for you, and tricks.
...I'll tell you.
Elroy just got a letter, and he isn't coming.
- How can I be you? - Easy.
Now what?
...with the Solar Secret Service.
- What's "Moonies"? - Oh, it's brand-new.
- Whatever are you talking about? - I'm talking about Elroy.
You're doing this for Elroy. Remember that, George Jetson.
It's space magic!
He can't do that to my son.
- Who is it? - It's me, space paI...
I like Henry's idea better.
I hope that Nimbus guy appreciates what I'm doing for him.
- I'm sorry, but what can I do? - Somebody's got to do something.
- ... the very day Elroy expects him. - Yeah. Who does Nimbus think he is?
Sorry, Jane. I guess Elroy has got me upset.
Chief Elroy Jetson, acknowledging.
I'm taking this right up to the top.
- I just won the Moonies contest. - Aren't you proud of your boy, dear?
There's this big contest, see.
- I sure have. - Then zoom your Nimbus-zoombot...
- We'll know in a minute. - Keep your fingers crossed.
- You're a lot bigger and stronger than... - Bigger than what?
Let me see here. How about...
Thank you.
Jane, stop this crazy thing!
Everybody does, lady.
- Should I write that? - No.
- The what? - Cold.
Oh, boy. Just a few seconds to quitting time.
Oh, dear.