Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You be sure and thank Henry for his help.
Well, it's been a pleasure visiting you, space paI.
But here goes.
There's the place.
A visitor? Who?
Henry! Hey, you there, Henry?
I guess you're right. I'll do it.
It's sort of like homework.
...and all you gotta do is write down, in 50 words or less, why you like them.
- You got a cold? - Yes. I caught it...
I'll say one thing for them: they're different.
Now, then...
Boy these three hour days are killing me
Nimbus the Great eats them all the time.
Who's George? I'm Nimbus the Great.
Yeah. He sure looks bigger on television, doesn't he?
Why, George! What are you doing up there?
How about: "I like Moonies...
- Wow! It's Nimbus! - Hi, space paI.
...we are sending you 200 boxes of our powerized Moonies. "
- What is it then? Is it my birthday? - It isn't your birthday.
Don't you worry, dear. I'll take care of it.
And now, Moonies comes complete with its own television set...
Shall I get your car, Mr. Jetson?
Over here, Elroy. I'm in my workshop.
Hi, space lady. I'm Nimbus the Great.
Help! There's a flying lizard loose in here!
- I'm never too busy to lend a helping hand. - Gee, Dad, you're swell.
- You're Nimbus? - Silly, isn't it?
Hi, Mr. Jetson. Could I talk to Elroy?
I am not. He comes right to your home and spends the whole evening.
Sub-Lieutenant Willy Lightyear, signing off.
Turn the light out and get to sleep.
You are, Dad. You're the greatest guy in the whole galaxy.
Never mind, Clyde, I'm in a hurry. Thanks.