Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Well, I finally went and did it.
Detroit, 7.
- He's bound to be touched. - Henry, I think it's worth a try.
GOOD GAME. GOOD GAME.
CBeebies Jump Ident Yellow
Believe me, paI, not only is Spacely a stupe...
Come on. Come on. Come on.
- Ready, Mr. Jetson? - Right.
It's the Outer Space Shake. Shake.
Mr. Jetson, meet my replacement.
...you're late!
That's the first reaI brain wave you've had.
- I'll never know. - What's that, dear?
You're fired.
Alrighty, Elroy. This is your dedicated physician speaking.
Me, George Jetson, that's who.
...because you have exactly five minutes...
Bet 32 black. Bet 32 black.
Why, I got a third cousin who's making out reaI well on Mars.
Now, watch this. Uniblab, what's happening on the stock market?
Buy United Rocket. Buy United Rocket.
Who do you think runs the business for him?
All right. All right. Hold on. Just hold on. I'll call the doctor.
That's enough of that.
Oh, I hope he gets the job. He deserves it.
- What the...? - Back to work. Back to work.
Any complaints? Any complaints?
- That's what I call dirty pooI. - It's even dirtier, Henry.
This isn't a birthday cake. Read what it says on the icing.
Thank you, Dr. Racey. Sorry to call you needlessly.