Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Don't bother, kid. He's dangerous.
But what about our getaway?
I'm sure your family will be pleased, Elroy.
Let me up, you big ape.
Pardon me, class.
Thattaboy.
I've got a short in one of my transistors.
Elroy Jetson, a mobster.
You better get home. It's after curfew.
Po Po Po Po Power with BEARGLOVE!!!
He's run away. Our son's run away!
- Oh, a freeze gas gun. - Yeah, yeah.
Hey, a little kid and his dog. Just what we need.
And besides, we hired us a reaI strong-arm gorilla. Eh, Chuckles?
Me and my big mouth.
That must be Judy's ride.
Okay, I brought some food for us.
At least let me give him one peanut butter and jelly capsule.
He and his dog ran away about an hour ago, right, dear?
Oh, there must be some mistake!
He's nearly 3 feet tall, weighs about 62 pounds...
Oh, no. It can't be! Not Elroy!
Two months' room and board will be just fine.
Nothing to worry about. We just brought them home for safekeeping.
I'm sorry.
Well, I was a little elf in a schooI play once.
He did it! Good boy! Astro to the rescue!
- ... just so he could hear my marks in stereo. - Big deaI.
Surprise. Step inside, please.
That's one of my favorite programs too.
- I'll give them a whiff of this freeze gas. - Right, Mugsy.
Yesterday I walked out of here with my shoes on my ears.
His boy, Elroy