Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

It must be at least 100 feet high.

Hut, two, three, four.

then the big news about baby-sitting. I blew my top...

Boy, I hope the fight's not over yet.

That's right, Fred. And I threw the pieces away.

Okay, but I don't understand it.

Now what? We had him in our hands.

My great big working man must be starved.

Don't worry, pal. I'll take the freeway and duck all the lights.

whare is the beaf!

We're not too sure he didn't try to rob a house.

please contact the police at once.

I hope you don't mind baby-sitting with him while I play bridge tonight.

But you just forget it.

You got home from an office party, your door was busted in...

The cradle will rock

Hold on, pal, here we go.

I hate to see a grown man cry.

Hurry, dear. Dinner is served.

Of course not, Edna.

She kept getting prettier and prettier.

They're starting pretty young these days.

When the bough breaks