Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Lucky you had your safety helmet on.
Three whole hours?
Guess they're not home.
- You're okay? - I think so.
Nothing to it, Fred. Look, no hands.
Into orbit? Are you out of your cotton-picking mind?
Six, five, four...
It was Fred's idea.
Sundown Cobblestone? When did he get out of the calaboose?
without revealing the secret...
Maybe it was 57.
He got tired of walking, so we volunteered.
You name it, you're out of it.
Thanks.
- Barney? - Yeah, Fred?
because you, Sergeant, have not come up with two volunteers yet.
are Pvt. Fred Flintstone and Pvt. Barney Rubble.
Attention, men.
I thought I'd have to bring it to the gravel pit.
How?
Okay. Cross my heart, I promise I'll keep your dinner hot for you.
Some guys retain youthful muscle tone, like me...
Yoo-hoo, Fred. Are you all right?
It's starting to land. Duck!