Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Hold it. Hold it a minute. I'll call in the police artist.
Maybe this will teach my folks to believe me.
Jane, his wife
Just leave my allowance in the usuaI place and I'll have it picked up.
Big guy. Two little guys.
That's very touching, kid, but we gotta find us a place to hide out...
...divided by the supersonic equation.
I was hoping we'd be welcome.
It's the billionth rerun of The Flintstones.
...no TV in the classroom?
Hold it. Hold it, everybody.
He'll be punished when his parents play his report tape:
...a fried egg capsule, a chicken chow mein pill.
He'll never get over it.
Okay. Tie these two up and we'll hit the kitchen for some chow.
That's it. Now, don't forget it. Keep saying it. Now, fetch a policeman.
No, no, no. He's got to be taught a lesson.
Oh, boy. You hear that, Janey?
Coffee? Coming up.
Sorry, it was unanimous. This is the end of the line.
And don't try to erase the tape. It's magna-proofed.
You better fly home, you and that mutt of yours. Come on, let's go.
Yeah. Well, I'm hungry.
There's nothing worse than showing up at work covered with dog hairs.
As I said, we took a vote and you lost.
Fetch a policeman. Fetch a policeman.