Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Elroy, go to bed! - Yes, shrimp... Dad.
Yes, sir.
Oh, boy.
- Wait right there, George. I have an idea. - You mean...?
Oh, boy. Some days it just doesn't pay to fall out of bed.
- ... what do you think? - Very funny. Very funny.
How would you like a punch on the nose instead?
Meet George Jetson
Mr. Spacely calling, Mr. Cogswell.
Hello, shorty.
Twelve inches high? Cogswell must have slipped a cog.
Yes, sir.
Come on, Jetson, Cogswell will be here any minute.
George, are you up yet? Your breakfast is getting cold.
- What will our friends say? - What will I say to our friends?
Well, you aren't any space angeI yourself, Spacely.
- Don't tell me you're going to count that. - Stop looking over my shoulder, will you?
Well, you're going to be a fat-lipped man now.
Cogswell, you're a no-good crook.
Do you have to bug me too?
A week?! Oh, great.
They'll say, "Look at the shrimp! Look at the shrimp!"
I'll go home and sleep on it. You may have the rest of the day off.
- I'll just have to fish around. - I'm waiting, Jetson.
- You're the boss. - That's right. Now, sit!
- Hit the enlarging button, you muttonhead! - Yes, sir.
It's the televiewer. Elroy, will you see who it is?