Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Well, space pals...
And why not? You're his father, aren't you?
Space pals, here's news as hot as a rocket's trail.
Sit down, and I'll tell you all about it.
Hi, son. Well, was your television hero here today?
I know, I know. Get off my back.
- But you put one on her instead. - I did?
...but I wanna to talk to you.
- Say, Dad, could you help me? - With your homework? Sure.
It's space magic!
They're powerized. Go on, taste them.
...in space magic!
With that driveI that Henry dreamed up? Don't make me laugh.
Well, there's this contest, see.
You don't want Elroy to have any hero except you.
"Get-up-and-go"? That's very nice, Elroy.
All it takes is 10 box tops of Moonies...
Come in.
Gee, a plaid cushion, my favorite color.
I'll get started right away. Thanks, Willy.
- What contest? - The Moonies contest!
Nimbus is gonna do more of his space magic!
Well, what happened to the way boys used to look up to their fathers?
- Say, are you sure you're Nimbus? - Sure, I'm sure.
Take my word for it, you won't be sorry.