Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

He'll be great, Mrs. Jetson.
I'll probably have valuable suggestions to help the show.
Just a minute.
Here we are at the planet Jupiter, Elroy.
- I'd like to see you in my office. - Right away, sir.
They're so darn cute, I can hardly stand it.
...with a nice, guaranteed no salary cut.
And make sure your antigravity belts are fastened. And for heaven's sakes...
Now, here's what I have in mind.
- And, George, he'll get 5000 a week. - Five...?
Oh, boy. Thirty-nine weeks of those sharp teeth. Well, time to leave.
Down, Astro. Down, boy.
...when your son is a TV star?
...and His Dog, Astro.
...and away we go.
Will you call Elroy and Astro out of the dressing room? We're ready to roll.
The mad scientist...
There. He did it. He sure looks mad.
All right, all right. Don't panic. I'll call you back.
I might have some suggestions to improve the script.
...and take Spacemutt with you.
Astro, I think you're putting on weight.
Table For Four, Please.
Oh, no. Now, where did she go?
- It doesn't read very well. - Of course not.
They're going into the Skypad Apartments.