Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Meet George Jetson

- Why was that? - The men who took Mr. Bunsen away...

- ... for you to follow back to camp. " - Look.

Look out, Orbit. That rock you're standing on is loose, Orbit.

We're the Space Cubs of Troop 54

The type who should take the boys on an overnight camping trip this weekend.

Of course you do.

- Taxi? Taxi, mister? - Downtown Moonhattan, mister?

Jane, stop this crazy thing! Jane!

"P.S. Don't worry about the map. We took it with us. "

About face! On the double!

- Judy, will you finish for me, dear? - But Mother, you know I hate to do laundry.

A Space Cub is always prepared.

And where are the other Cubs? The troop's supposed to form at 6 sharp.

- Up here? On the moon? - That's the trouble with your generation.