Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

We don't want you making it.
Newspapers, television and all, huh?
Oh, cartridges!
The launching pad!
Wait, don't ask him till I see if the human silo left any soup.
Well, who's going to know you've been up in space besides Ellie and me and whoever you hit when you come down?
Mr. Drysdale, you fired her.
Oh, by the way, are Mr. Flatt and Mr. Scruggs about?
You think you can just walk in here and plunk yourself down at your old desk, eh?
The boy's just looking for a quick way to glory.
Oh, Miss Jane says I got to practice, practice.
They go to just that some what?
Flapping and swooping around.
Like I said, Granny'd be glad to pitch in and help.
Negotiable security.
Personally, of course, I am not interested in the glory.
I did, Mr. Drysdale.
I must have had a power failure!
No, wait!
Mostly girls.
This has been a Filmways presentation.
Can't you come up with some kind of a gimmick?
Yeah, she took along a whole mess of them, just so she wouldn't be lonesome.
But that's one reason why I was cut out to be an astronaut.
Doggone it!
Well, cheer up.
Well, before you go, I got something to tell you.