Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Hey, what's this?

These three day work weeks are murder.

Now, make like a bird, will you?

I'll take a couple of spins around the house and then I'll break the good news to Janey.

And how! You were great. Thanks a bunch!

I suppose you called to rub it in, eh, Spacely?

I almost became vice president and I almost lost my job.

Gee, thanks, Mr. Cogswell. You saved my life.

- Just hang it on the hook. - Right, on the hook.

Let's try it again.

But that's space business.

Hi, Dad. You wanna be the first one to try my new flight pill?

I know, I know, I'll try the nuclear phobia bit.

I still say you're bluffing, Cogswell. I don't believe it.

Oh, thanks, Mrs. Jetson. I'll return this to its owner. Bye.

I've been so busy all day I just simply forgot to get it.

Jane, stop this crazy thing!

Give me those pills.

- Don't do it, Mr. Spacely, don't do it! - Shut up, Jetson!

I can fly like a bird!

No more get-rich schemes for me.

But I wonder what he's up to.

We want a pressed suit for the board of directors' demonstration tomorrow.

- It must have shrunk a bit. - How about it, Dad?

Hold on, Mr. Spacely. Here we go!

Flying around the building on company time.

The home of big business, where big wheels wheel and deal.

Yes, Miss Galaxy? What is it?