Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- A baby. - Right.
Eh, it’s a boogrin’
Wait till you guys hear what happened to me.
I'm so glad you're home, dearest. Dinner is all ready.
"We'll take the freeway and duck all the lights."
Got it, Fred.
who put the brontosaurus in the tree?
We're leaving now, boys. Are you comfortable?
I'll figure a charge when I find out who this baby belongs to.
Nothing, Officer. Nothing at all.
Barney and I are going to the fights tonight.
Of course. Infant delinquents.
There's got to be some reason you're so nice to me.
Wilma, are you sure Fred won't mind baby-sitting tonight?
Eh, it’s a boogrin’
What an office party!
And they're slugging it out, toe to toe.
Attaboy, Rock.
As you know, this bout is blacked out...
Hiya, Betty.
Attaboy, Barney. We're doing fine.
Fred, you're turning red as a lobster.
We are going to the fights.
Friends, that baby in a tree item reported earlier proved to be a hoax.
We are going to the fights! F-I-T-E-S! Fights! And that’s final!
- Are you sure Fred won't blow his top? - No.
Go to sleep now, Egbert. Uncle Barney will be in the next room.
I don't know how I'll explain it to Barney, though.
We are going to the fights. FITES fights. and that is the end of story.