Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Me? - That's right, sir. Congratulations.

...the cube root of 87...

George Jetson is his name.

- Jetson! - I've had it.

- We are? - We are. Take a look.

- Boy, I hope we haven't missed the kickoff. - Relax, Jetson, we'll make it.

Elroy, what's the matter with you? SchooI is fun, fun, fun, fun, fun.

This is one excuse Spacely will never go for: running out of fueI.

Jetson, I'd like to make it up to you.

Well, I wanted to remind your father of the PTA meeting tonight.

We're late again, aren't we?

Pajamas? What for?

See it? I didn't even get a chance to taste it.

And there goes the gun ending the first half.

"New show at the Top of the Moon. "

Goodbye, Cosmo.

We'll need a new car to match my jacket.

On the other side of the field is Coach Lasky...

No, sir. I'll be parked right in front of the TV set tonight.

You and your brilliant ideas.

I'll phone my wife from your place and tell her you had an amazing recovery...

Oh, how sneaky.

Sock-and-rock-'em action?

But, gee, Mom, it's raining. Do I have to go?

- After you, sir. - No, after you, sir.

Sorry, Jetson, little accident. Have a chair.

After a short rest, you'll feeI better.

When you get to the garage, would you ask Henry, the building superintendent...

The Marauders are lined up defensively. The Ringers are in a huddle.

Mom said you were working overtime.

Oh, don't even think of that.

And he does. What a play!