Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Back of Joe Rockhead's garage.

See it. I got trampled in the rush.

Barney. Say something!

I had a little tiff with Betty.

Are you out of your mind? It costs too much.

No, Dino, wait.

But it's a false alarm and you can all go...

- Ready? - Yep.

Fred, you're becoming antisocial.

- Like the tango. - Yeah, tango. Here it is, Fred.

I guess it's kind of relaxing to know I'm at the wheel.

Now you're talking.

Well, you snitch, or we snitch to your wives.

All right, Wilma, I'm sitting down, and I've got a good grip on myself.

Yes, but we in the department know that there's going to be a lot of them.

Everything is made of stone.

A little difference of opinion about going to the charity dance.

- I got another idea, Fred. - No, not again.

Now, Mr. Rubble, since this is your last night...

Oh, my goodness, a real fire.

When the bell rings, all the firemen report to the firehouse immediately.

we'd have to leave the house every time the fire bell rings.

We're going to the big charity dance at the Rockadero Tilton.

There ought to be something we could do.

You'll hear bells if you don't tell us where they are.

We never had one before. What'll I do?

- Wilma! - Betty!

Mr. Flintstone, your teacher will be Miss Gravel.

There ought to be somewhere left where we went to.