Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

and on the skins, Barney Rubble...
How about Number 42 from the old book?
Everything's a gimmick. But I can't quit.
Shelly, let this cat use your skins for a number.
A man? Lmpossible.
When the saints come marchin'in
- Hi, Fred. What's new? - Nothing new. Same old trouble.
Why don't you just sing a song and let it go at that?
Man, like, can you beat those skins.
No, no, wait!
This year I'd like to do something different.
When those saints go marchin'in
He's one of us.
I don't get it.
I'm afraid of the dark.
Faster, Fred. Faster!
Yeah, I want to be in that number
Sounds more like a hog-calling contest.
Right.
Of all the dumb tricks you've ever pulled...
- Wait for us, Big Daddy. - Here they come.
I don't know, Betty. But the Golden Smog seems to be a hit with these kids.
Fucking Getting Your Seatbelt