Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'd suggest you get in the contest, too, but you wouldn't have a chance.

Hup, two, three, four.

My gosh, we'd better get down there fast and stop them.

Yeah, the sergeant wasn't kidding.

A couple of more recruits?

I can't stand watching this.

Sure, mister, we'll be happy to give you a physical.

We'll be on the front page of every newspaper.

I don't want you to go, Barney.

Don't feel bad, honey, it's not like it's forever.

Fred, we've got to get going. It's a long way back to the camp.

My feet are killing me.

Yeah, the three years will go pretty fast.

We've been marching for two weeks now, but we don't get no place.

You couldn't explain it to me in three years, and I'm in it.

Flintstone speaking.

Besides, he knows enough to check the phone book...

Sergeant, make them stop. I'm getting dizzy.

That's okay with me, Barney-boy. Just don't whimper when you lose.