Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Did some disciple, like...
They're gone.
- Show me, Fred. I'll get in the cabinet. - Me, too, just for laughs.
Oh, yeah? I'll figure out an act that's better than yours.
Yes, I know, Fred. You've told me a thousand times...
For old times' sake...
Fred Flintstone, I'm talking to you.
Oh, when the sun refuses to shine
When the saints come marchin'in
"Junk," she says.
- They must be almost there. - Lead me to the scene, chick.
Yeah, I want to be in that number
that you sang with the Rockville Center high school band 20 years ago.
And those saints go marchin'in
You're the most. I dig that Golden Smog.
- You're Benny? - No.
Want Some Seafood, Mama, and Bie Mir Bis Du Schoen...
No, Wilma. Let them go. I got a better idea.
Yeah? I'm listening.
of the Loyal Order of Dinosaurs adjourned.
Wow, if our wives ever caught us with those...
Alakazam! Alakazoo!
But if you don't get that junk out of the house, I'll wring your neck.
What will we do, Fred? Go bowling, see a movie, the fights?
- Now, Barney, let's not be too hasty. - What do you mean, Fred?
Eat It