Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Welcome to our studio.
Now get off.
It worked like a charm, Barney, didn't it?
A fire. Are you sure? Where?
Yeah, that's right. It was the only way we could sneak out every night.
your teacher will be Miss Gravel.
- Every night this week. - How do you know that, Fred?
Besides, we swore not to snitch.
Gee, Fred. Lady teachers. I don't think Betty would like that.
we're not going to figure out how to dance from that book.
Right, twinkle toes.
- Wrestling holds? - Sure. Weren't we, Barney?
Hiya, partner.
Good. Now raise your right hand and take the oath.
I know, I'll get the firemen.
There it is! There's a fire somewhere!
Look, maybe we ought to go to one of those dancing schools?
- But, Fred... - Stop interrupting, Barney.