Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh, Jetson. There's a personaI call for you on the phone.
Surprise! I'm home, Janey, honey.
And my dog, Zero, is smarter too.
This makes the third time this week, doesn't it?
Mr. Transistor, this is my boss, Mr. Spacely.
Let me in! Let me in!
Yes, dear. I checked with the TV station.
Oh, that's not all Zero can do. Watch.
Be nice to your dog, and he won't bite you.
- Hey, look. Arthur pressed the button. - Here comes the robot...
Kid brothers!
- A raise? - No.
Spaceboy, zoom and away!
Next to a broken leg, the best thing is a boss with a sense of humor.
Please, Elroy, call off Astro.
- Instead of having Elroy yell... - Hold it. Hold that pose.
Go get him, mad robot.
- I'll race you home, Astro. - All right.
I'll fix that.
- No, sir, Mr. Spacely. - These reports of yours are all fouled up.
I've been waiting for this day a long, long time.
- How about a cowboy series? - Or a doctor program?
Make suggestions to the director. He loves suggestions.
Table For Four, Please.teste Table For Four, Please.
Good. Get flying, Spaceboy...
Come on. I'll set it up for you.
That'll be our new series. There's been nothing like it since...