Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Now, wait a minute. You can't fire me, boss.

Your time! Yes, sir. Yes, sir.

Now, let me see.

"Move it?" he said.

My ex-office, I mean.

All right, Jetson, I'll be fair.

Over? Over what?

You better get over here fast, you little squirt.

Yeah, well... Yours?

Jetson! Caught you again.

Why should I come over to see you, Cogswell?

Otherwise, you'll be out of business so fast your head will spin.

Thanks, kids, but I'm used to Spacely Sprockets.

"Cogswell Cogs. "

- We should do more entertaining. - I know.

Oh, we need the facsimile image.

- Forget it? - Guess again.

Of course, I'll be bankrupt. Ruined! Finished!

Hey, look, boss. They're putting up the sign.

Oh. Now, what's this dotted line?

That's all right Boomer, we love you

Oh, it wasn't foreign after all.

Can't you see I'm asleep? You nincompoop.

Oh, no, you won't.

Good, good. That's fine.

...yourself, Spacely!

And I'll never forget it.

...to keep him from spying on us.

Every bit of it.

Then I'll make it 20,000.