Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

...welcoming you to Galaxy Space Lines flight 22.
- Back on Earth. - All right, men.
And he didn't know anything at all. Hey, Mom, can you tie a clove hitch?
By the way, Judy, how was the schooI dance last night?
I've been trying to tell you, you can't have fire without oxygen.
Make little Orbit take his vitamins no matter how much he fights.
...like these signs. "No Loitering. "
- "HepI"? - Uh-oh. Spelled it wrong.
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We found both Space Cubs, Arthur and George.
And his own computer will supply the figures to prove it.
This is your stewardess, Lana Luna...
- He said 10 miles, and we've got our packs. - So we'll just take big steps.
I'll check with the Space Cub manuaI.
Grand CentraI Spacion. I haven't been here in years.
There's the moon!
You're a good Scout.
Oh, yeah. "Moon: 238,000 miles. "
See, Mr. Bunsen was our last Big Buddy, but he retired suddenly.
Gravity on the moon is only one-sixth that of Earth.
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Oh, gosh, Mr. Spacely. Are you sure you can spare me?
- Well, here we are, men. - Yeah, Big Buddy, but where are we?
Do you know how to tie a clove hitch or a turkey net... I mean, a tourniquet?
...you're up to indoors, I figure you must be an outdoor man.
Thanks, Elroy. Space Cubs, atten-hut!
Put on your oxygen helmets and stay inside untiI I look around.
Elroy, are you getting too much oxygen?
Hang on, men. These moon landings can be pretty rough.
How do I get my walking papers out of this chicken feed outfit, anyway?
Arthur, what are you doing? Where did you get that signaI gun?
- Yes? Yes? - Yes? Yes?
Sorry, Anode! He's not hurt. Here he comes. He's bouncing back up.