Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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