Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Mr. Cogswell, I've done it. I've done it at last.
Our ship has finally come in.
Good. Not a scratch.
And again.
Oh, just say he's working on a garment that will never wear out.
Good evening, George, Jane.
What bravery. Jetson is about to undergo the force-factor test...
Do you have anything to say, Mr. Jetson?
"Time On Your Hands, Concol?"
The way I feeI about you, you'd better be insured.
Down and down I go, just passing by the Adam's apple.
Very funny, very funny
It sunk!
See? So my head's got a little water on it.
It'll soon be Cogswell's Cobwebs.
It looked soiled, so I put it in the washing machine.
If the tests on the jacket work out, this will make you a partner.
Watch the countdown.
Well, would the reaI George Jetson care to sit down?
Fire? Well, who said anything about firing you?
Say, why don't you test it?
- But... - No buts.
but only when he's angry