Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Hand me that number five club.
- Not yet, Fred. - How's the fire coming?
Snork.
Betty ain't gonna like this. She wanted ribs.
- The beach? - Yeah. Same thing every year.
- Last hour? - Yes, didn't you know?
I was just resting my eyes. Let her go, Barney. Start the countdown.
- Here's his tracks. - They're heading for the camp.
After we get on that, Barney...
Thanks, Ed. Hello. Flintstone speaking.
It's always nice to take a little bit of home with you wherever you go.
No, don't forget that.
That's right. As soon as we started blowing the horn...
Fire's ready, Barney. Where's the fish?
That's what I thought. A couple of poachers and lawbreakers, even.
And, yes, the feet. Large, but neat.
- We got one of our own to worry about. - Hey, Fred.
- And that goes double, Barney. - How are you, ladies? Glad to see you.
- He got run over by 30 pounds of ribs. - Run over by ribs?
two, one. Blast off!
- Pour it on, Barney. - I think she's starting to roll.
Yeah, Fred, we all get tickets.