Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Not a chance.
- Skin-diving gear? - Check-a-red-check.
What do they think we are, slaves?
What happened? You look terrible.
Tell you what, Fred.
Sure thing. Let's get an early start.
- Dino? - At the vet's.
I still can't figure it out. All the guys I used to know.
- Fred, you'll hurt yourself. - Careful, Fred.
But, Fred, how can you do this to me after all I have done for you?
Oh, boy, this is a whopper.
How else could they figure out their racing forms?
my next-door neighbor and his wife ain't got no plans...
This meeting will now come to order.
somehow he ends up defending himself from something else.
You'll have to take care of the rowboat yourself.
Fred Flintstone!
- Hi, Wilma. - Hi, Betty. Come on in.
- They used to call me "Lard." - Why not?
but at the convention, I'm the Grand Exalted lmperial Pooh-Bah.
Five minutes! What for? We're only going to be here for three days.
if I bring them along, can they get a rate, too?
We're pretty far out, Fred, I hope we don't run into a sea serpent.
From what I saw of that old gang of yours, half of them never learned to write...
Hello, Mr. Gravel.
No wonder I never found the right girl to marry.