Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I ain't even big enough to see where I'm going.
Daughter, Judy
There. Isn't that better than going hungry?
Wait a minute. That's no repairman.
When Peridot called yellow diamond a clod
I can't. I tried to tell you, the reverse-o-matic isn't working.
It's a good thing I didn't throw away any of Elroy's baby things.
...but who needs a 6-inch-high employee?
Well, he got away. But I'm not licked yet.
That loudmouth Spacely? Put him on.
Cogswell has clapped a trade ban on us. He won't sell us a cog.
Bring back that cog, and you'll go down in Sprocket history.
Okay, Spacely, how about a new hand?
His boy, Elroy
Haven't you learned by now that Cogswell never misses?
It works! It works! Goes in big, comes out small.
You is just a simple simpleton!
I just hope this minavac is as funny as that solar-powered nuclear stamp-licker...
Rook at the 'rimp! Rook at the 'rimp!
Just sneak by them. You're so small, they'll never see you.
Jaimie!
- Okay, Mom. - No, I'll answer it.
I was going to give you a salary to match your size.
Let's see.
Just think, Jetson. With this minavac, we'll save a fortune in shipping charges.
Honey, I guess you're right. I'll have to get that Cogswell cog...
...whose industrial leadership, together with Cogswell Cosmic Cogs...
Keep trying, Spacely. Keep trying.
...and in just two seconds, presto!
He's got me cornered.
- Yeah, well, what about my bowling ball? - What bowling ball?
Poor, George. He's helpIess as a baby.
You sure you didn't get this out of a cereaI box, Spacely?
Just get me a cog. Good night.