Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Turn the light out and get to sleep.
Why, George! What are you doing up there?
Hi, space lady. I'm Nimbus the Great.
Who's George? I'm Nimbus the Great.
- Wow! It's Nimbus! - Hi, space paI.
- What is it then? Is it my birthday? - It isn't your birthday.
You are, Dad. You're the greatest guy in the whole galaxy.
Boy these three hour days are killing me
And now, Moonies comes complete with its own television set...
Yeah. He sure looks bigger on television, doesn't he?
I'll say one thing for them: they're different.
Hi, Mr. Jetson. Could I talk to Elroy?
How about: "I like Moonies...
...we are sending you 200 boxes of our powerized Moonies. "
Well, it's been a pleasure visiting you, space paI.
Don't you worry, dear. I'll take care of it.
...and all you gotta do is write down, in 50 words or less, why you like them.
I am not. He comes right to your home and spends the whole evening.
Help! There's a flying lizard loose in here!
Over here, Elroy. I'm in my workshop.
But here goes.
It's sort of like homework.
I guess you're right. I'll do it.
- You got a cold? - Yes. I caught it...
- I'm never too busy to lend a helping hand. - Gee, Dad, you're swell.
A visitor? Who?
There's the place.
- You're Nimbus? - Silly, isn't it?
Nimbus the Great eats them all the time.
Sub-Lieutenant Willy Lightyear, signing off.
You be sure and thank Henry for his help.
Now, then...
Henry! Hey, you there, Henry?
Shall I get your car, Mr. Jetson?
Never mind, Clyde, I'm in a hurry. Thanks.