Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

from the Rockville National Bank this morning...

I got them all tied up like you said, Fingers. What should I do now?

But don't leave yet. I got a lot more to tell you.

I sort of went berserk.

Okay, lady, hand over the dough.

- It's the cops. - So what, Fred? We're not the crooks.

Send up all those dresses I looked at last week.

- Of course, it's our only chance. - What are you talking about, Wilma?

There's a car with its lights out coming up the street.

Just leave them there and let's scram.

For a minute, I thought I'd have to cash in my government bonds.

And some hats, Wilma. Don't skip the hats.

from the war pictures on the Late, Late Show.

For that you expect to be cut in? You are out of your lead-picking mind.

Wilma, we've been in 10 dives already, but this is the worst-looking.

Wilma, have a heart, will you?

This is Wilma Flintstone.

No kidding. Oh, boy, what a dream.

This looks like a good place to hide, Barney.

No, Barney, you're not entitled to a cent.

I'm all out of breath, Sarge. You be the siren for a while, while I drive.

I thought you said they couldn't follow our tracks.

Our husbands swiped $86,000...

Fred as president.

- and it just dropped on my head? - You believed it, Fred.