Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Daughter, Judy
- Mr. Jetson is here, sir. - Good, good. Send him in.
Arrivederci, Spacely.
Oh, hiya, Mr. Jetson.
I did it! I'm starting to catch on!
You guys won't believe this.
After all, you will still be one of my vice presidents.
I think I'll give him the computeritis sick routine.
Yes, sir, sir.
- Oh, now, look, Janey, I... - Thanks, dear. Bye!
I may as well call Cogswell and give up.
Attaboy, Dad. You're doing great!
See, I'm trying to invent some tablets that'll make you fly.
I'll just have to tell them, I guess.
...it could mean the end of Spacely Space Sprockets.
If you change your mind, you know where you can reach me.
Will you please drop by the cleaners and pick up your suit?
Oh, I'm sick! I gotta see a doctor.
This I gotta see.
Good morning, Officer Ozone.