Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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