Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

What an office party!

Barney and I are going to the fights tonight.

We are going to the fights. FITES fights. and that is the end of story.

We are going to the fights.

Of course. Infant delinquents.

I'm so glad you're home, dearest. Dinner is all ready.

As you know, this bout is blacked out...

"We'll take the freeway and duck all the lights."

There's got to be some reason you're so nice to me.

Wait till you guys hear what happened to me.

Friends, that baby in a tree item reported earlier proved to be a hoax.

Fred, you're turning red as a lobster.

We're leaving now, boys. Are you comfortable?

- A baby. - Right.

Nothing, Officer. Nothing at all.

Attaboy, Barney. We're doing fine.

And they're slugging it out, toe to toe.

Wilma, are you sure Fred won't mind baby-sitting tonight?

Eh, it’s a boogrin’

I'll figure a charge when I find out who this baby belongs to.

I don't know how I'll explain it to Barney, though.

who put the brontosaurus in the tree?

Go to sleep now, Egbert. Uncle Barney will be in the next room.

- Are you sure Fred won't blow his top? - No.

Eh, it’s a boogrin’

We are going to the fights! F-I-T-E-S! Fights! And that’s final!