Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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