Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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