Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh! Isn't that a Christian Diorbit, Mother?

Oh, boy. One Spacely is enough, but six are positively sickening.

Mr. Spacely. Wake up! Wake up, Mr. Spacely!

Not so fast, Mr. Spacely.

Just a teeny-weeny little favor.

Of course, I was only joking when I told you to move it.

Mr. Tsk Tsk... I mean, Mr. Cogswell...

You Dunderhead! You Dolt!

Early galaxy simply isn't in vogue this season.

But I've got tickets.

Thanks, mister. You just got me my job back.

Ruined! All because of 6 measly inches!

How am I ever going to tell Janey?

You have a future in vaudeville.

Hey! Let me out of here!

Well, one good thing about this.

So long, Spacely!

So I am going to sell you my building.

...my ex-vice presidency.

SensationaI, Mom!

Cogswell's crummy cogs never saw the day...

Now, now, just a minute, Jetson.

The property line runs through Cogswell's building?

That's all right, George.