Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Let's join. - I knew you'd say that too.
There's no fire, Fred. There's nothing to burn in Bedrock.
We were just practicing some wrestling holds.
And if they keep this up, they won't grow any older either.
- Did you get the book? - Yep, here it is.
She and her husband were going to the dance...
Will you promise me you won't laugh, Fred?
How do you do, Mr. Flintstone?
Good morning. You're early today.
Gussie Gravelpit.
You, too?
To keep the department efficient...
They're all the same to Fred, too. Exactly the same.
You're right, Wilma. But just to play it safe...
Boy, won't Wilma and Betty be surprised.
Right. We just do this for a week, and we're all set.
I know, and that's 200 reasons why Barney and I can't go.
I have an idea how to get our firemen home.
How do you do, Mr. Flintstone?
You know, I've been thinking. It's a cinch...
But, Betty, this is the fifth night in a row the boys have been out.
Now, will you please try it as I count off each step?
You should've mentioned it before we signed up and paid out all that dough.
Then you'll need our crash course.
Hello. Betty, did you hear me?
- We only got a week. - A week.
Doesn't anybody write just plain old letters anymore?
There ought to be somewhere left where we went to.
Sure beats lugging this bundle around on my back all day.