Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Hello, Fred. Anything wrong? - We heard a crash.
Who told you that underwear was acceptable on your head?
- Like your disappearing egg? - Okay, laugh.
I've never been so humiliated.
Fred, you okay?
they don't write songs like that anymore.
The Rockland Dance Hall?
By the way, how did you like that disappearing trick, Wilma?
That's Fred up there, groaning.
- Say, this is gonna be fun. - Right. Meet you in 10 minutes.
They can't come out till I say the magic word, right?
I mean...
What's this thing, Fred?
There's some contact for you, you old goat-face.
I don't know why I'm going to the dance hall, Fred. I can't dance.
Yeah. There's one thing that bothers me, Barney.
It's crazy, but I'm an idol around here.
Contact.
When the saints come marchin'in
Yeah. This is my friend, Barney Rubble.