Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Here we are. "Playground, movies, schooI."
Here goes! We are of course! After all we're not babies.
Oh, yeah. Make ears bigger.
Thank you...
...equals the totaI sum of the trigonomic syndrome...
Our son, a criminaI.
Since you know so much, we've gotta do something with you.
Tie him to the car and drag him.
Yeah, very temporary, Mugsy. 30 years to life.
Didn't you ever space-ski to schooI when you were a kid, Mom?
Help. I'm stuck. I am too big for this ventilator.
Meet George Jetson
A Martian military schooI?
Well, you see... I'll let my son tell you. Okay, Kenny...
- Don't worry, Elroy. - Don't worry?
- Now, where can a kid like him go? - No place.
"Yeah, yeah," what?
Oh, Mr. Countdown. What's up?
...so that we may discuss your son's atrocious conduct.
Now, now, don't be so hard on the boy, George.
Okay, take them out and lock them up.
Congratulations, Elroy, old paI.
Oh. Mouth smaller.
Call out the riot rod. I mean, call out the riot squad.