Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

but... we're a lot closer.
Go fly out.
Dad?
Well, he swallowed that hook, line and slide rule.
Albert what, I can't tell you, because it's restricted.
Good.
All right. Starting my run. Firing rocket three.
You stay here and fish this, uh, pool, all right?
It's not the first time we danced.
Oh, honey, you'll do it. You're gonna be the fastest man alive.
right before I got the fire warning light, I swear I smelled coffee brewing.
Tuesday's gonna be a little late.
Mother Hen, you are cleared to roll.
Oakdell.
Everyone seemed to think it was 1956,
You'll marry a girl named Sue and have two kids.
The next son of a gun that swings at the first pitch, I'm gonna fine 50 bucks!
I don't believe it.!
What was it he said he was expelled from college for? Uh, streaking.
Is it?
promise me.
Oh, honey, you had me scared to death.
All right. She's leveling off.
How far apart are the contractions?
Wow!
Quite frankly, if this theory had come from you, I'd be skeptical.
If you're testing one of your gags on us, I don't have time for it and neither do you.
seven, six, five,
Hey, flyboy.
Foxy! Foxy! Foxy!
That's great, Al.
Very pregnant.
Elk Ridge, Indiana. Number, please.
I'm just kidding. I know.
Well, the Bombers get their second hit of the game, and it's a double! Oh!
- You think so? - Yeah, he's got that, uh, that sick calf look.
You might've heard of us. We're the only two pilots...
Well, Howdy Doody, kids.
You're worried about breaking the record tomorrow, aren't you?
You wanna boogie?
I- I'm a Beckett.
Jackson hits a towering smash...
Fox, representing the winning run, steps to the plate.
Who created this Ziggy?
It's early labor. It's just started. How far dilated?
Last time I busted Mach 2, I forgot where I parked my car.
Coming up on Mach 1.
Hey. Hey-hey-hey, hoo-hoo.
A switch-hitter, Fox has 28 home runs this year, 12 of them batting left-handed.
It seems the faster I fly, the less I remember about it.
You look a little pale. Yeah, well, it's the heat.
X-2 does a crash and burn. You float back to earth on a pillow of silk.
but he ain't anywhere close to being otherwise test pilot equipped.
Tonight was fun.
What's my last name?
You asked me to explain... Just stop it, Tom.
If you don't clear this radio, Captain Birdell,
I'd trade my ex-wife for any wreck they got.
What does Ziggy say I have to put right to leap this time? He isn't saying.
Get in there.
Right down the middle. No batter, no batter, no batter, no batter.
Give me one with a four-bagger in it, son.
When did you get into the import business?
And I can't even remember my name.
Look at that.
Pretty simple, huh?
Can't you just fade in or something?
Tom Stratton, I guess,
Hi, baby.
I guess we beat that gremlin.
At least you were before your brain got magna-foozled.
Sort of a personal "Trivial Pursuit"?
You know, I'm actually beginning to enjoy this.
but sometimes it can't happen.
If I leap forward again. What if I leap back?
Al-Al, what do I do?
I'm still here. Hmm. 'Bout time you realized it.
Whose brainchild is this, yours?
Pull, Sam. Eject.!
you wanted to dance.
I'm sure gonna try.
And some people say there's still a top secret project out there.
You'll find that out... if we get you back. If?