Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Where is it?
- Peevy... the stake! - Get down!
Turn her off! Turn her off!
- All right Peevy, stand clear. - What was that?
I cooperate at my discretion.
What do you know about women, Peev?
Extra, extra! Read all about it!
Prepare to die that we may learn the identity of the Laughing Bandit.
See you around, Rocketeer.
- There he is! Get outta my way. I can't see. - Keep drivin'!
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I see.
- You must be... - Jenny Blake.
Oh, no!
Cliff?
Honey, you're walking through the scenery here.
You treat her nice, Clifford. She's gonna take us all the way to the nationals.
He must've ditched it somewhere, but he ain't talkin'.
Hey!
I'm the Rocketeer.
Yeah.
The German prototype had the same problem as our first design.
Put it in neutral! You steer, I'll push.
Hello. I'm Neville Sinclair.
Watch out for that Zeppelin. It's full of hydrogen.
- Yeah, give it to us. - What's his name?
They chased it to an airstrip in the valley.
God knows how many more men would have died if it had flown.
Think never Think never
Look us up, boys, when you get to Hollywood.
Good night, Millie. Thank you for the soup.
The rocket, Secord!
Miss Blake, will you excuse us for just a moment?
Does anybody here know him?
Next time you go after one of my men, I'll kill you.
Send me a cheque.
- Neville Sinclair? - Uh-huh.
- You've gotta be outta your mind. - I'm talkin' about making some real money here, Peevy.
where is he now?
Swell outfit, dad.
- Lock the doors. We'll trap him like a fly. - Right. Lock the doors!
...on the first stop of their goodwill tour.
Malcolm, the wheel came off.
- We need a word with the patient. - In private.
Malcolm, it's me, Cliff. Wake up! Wake up, Malcolm, come on!
Flora Maxwell.
- Bingo! - That'll work. Rocketeer it is.
You pay me what you owe me because you're half lunatic anyhow.
Take a cab.
She's a beauty, Mr. Hughes.
Lousy krauts! Let 'em have it!
Stop kiss her Stop kiss her
Cliff, what's going on?
Hello?
Are you trying to kill yourself?
Somebody tore up his place like they were looking for something.
Oh... don't ever fly her without this.
Come on, Peev.
I don't know. There's somethin' under this seat.
and you're busy... romancin' some dame.
But he likes you.
- Easy, easy! - I got it.
The director thinks I'm talented.
Crank her up, Goose!
I... I'd hate to think...
- It was damn sloppy. - It could've been worse. We got the gizmo.
The rocket
Whose is it?
- Hello? - Hello.
This I gotta see.
There was a wreck on the runway.
Ask him about the secret room. Ask him about the Germans on the radio.
Jenny, this thing's full of hydrogen. When the fire hits the envelope...