Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Elroy! How could you?!
Mr. Jetson. Calling Mr. Jetson.
It's the spacebulls!
Yeah, he's a hero, all right.
Run for help. Thanks a lot.
Why, you miserable little space-sneak.
What are you doing down there?
Okay, I'll try.
A freeze gas gun.
My pop bought a new tape player...
Hey, where are you going with that spaceboard?
All right, we're almost there, fellas. Everybody know his job?
But, Mom, Pop... But, Mom, Pop...
- You hear that, Astro? - Yeah, my favorite.
Bye, dear.
I ran away from home. And we just passed over my house.
I told him not to eat them pizza pills before a job.
"We Are Of Course! After All. We're Not Babies"
Four D's, an F and an H.
Say, now, maybe the old switcheroo will work.
- Well, I know, dear, but on a spaceboard? - Sure.
Better take her home, mister. We'll be in touch with you.
Jane!
Now, you guys keep quiet and let me do the Iying.
Po Po Po Po Power with BEARGLOVE!!!
Elroy Jetson. And here's his picture.