Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

And it's only a short walk to the dance school.
- Two left feet. - It's sure not fair to the girls.
every night this week.
Why can't he just greet me like other pets?
- That was a swell dinner, Wilma. - Thanks, Fred.
Volunteer fireman! But why, Fred?
That's swell, Barney. We'll start off with an easy one.
in this fine civic-minded organization.
Now we got it.
And Mr. Rubble...
Sure. She's married to one of the richest men in Bedrock.
Nice work, fellows, you're really on the ball.
That's a good idea, Betty. I'll do the same for my dancing partner.
- Fred. - Barney.
Come on, you two, in the house.
But, Fred, I don't ever remember seeing any fires in Bedrock.
That's all we seem to get these days.
Yeah, it's working out real swell, fellows.
- How long has this been going on, Barney? - A couple of months or so.
- Mr. Rubble. - Yeah?
Why won't you go, Barney?
I stopped by the firehouse this afternoon...
Mrs. Beardsley Gotrocks III was my school chum...
Look, we just follow the footprints.
A three.
Duty calls. Neither sleet nor slush nor...