Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Everything you all bought goes back to the store.
He's wearing my life jacket.
Dr. Radius, my name's Jetson. I'm here for the company insurance physicaI.
Well, take a look.
...will crash into the suit simultaneously.
Oh, that's my wife's idea of breakfast.
...I leave all my money and valuables.
Oh, no!
We'll have to move quickly. We don't have much time.
Jetson, I'll give you 75 cents to test my jacket.
Leave us, professor. I have some questions to ask my friend Mr. Jetson.
That's right. The Peekaboo capsule will send back...
Jetson done it again!
But... No buts. But... No buts.
He's wearing my life jacket.
After the big test tomorrow, we'll get the Good Spacekeeping seaI of approvaI.
Let's just say, if you have anything to do, do it right away. And hurry.
That's a life jacket? Looks more like some sort of dress.
I'll bet you're sorry the tests are over.
Please, Mr. Spacely, don't launch those missiles!
We've got to beat Cogswell to the market.
I say, what about Jetson?
You're going to what?
- Jetson! - He's just the mouse...
What's that mean, doc?
Honey, you asked me for $20 yesterday. Now, what did you do with that?
Gold silverware?
Something's wrong. Jetson appears to be tangled in his chute.
Don't worry your pretty head. There will be plenty more.
Oh, are you late too? If you don't say anything, neither will I, sir.
Jetson is tied to the hydro-prop and will now go for a little spin.
"Liver, Come Back to Me. "