Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Nice work, fellows, you're really on the ball.
- Mr. Rubble. - Yeah?
Why can't he just greet me like other pets?
in this fine civic-minded organization.
Come on, you two, in the house.
Look, we just follow the footprints.
Mrs. Beardsley Gotrocks III was my school chum...
And it's only a short walk to the dance school.
Duty calls. Neither sleet nor slush nor...
That's all we seem to get these days.
- Fred. - Barney.
Yeah, it's working out real swell, fellows.
That's a good idea, Betty. I'll do the same for my dancing partner.
I stopped by the firehouse this afternoon...
Now we got it.
And Mr. Rubble...
Volunteer fireman! But why, Fred?
- How long has this been going on, Barney? - A couple of months or so.
every night this week.
- Two left feet. - It's sure not fair to the girls.
A three.
Sure. She's married to one of the richest men in Bedrock.
- That was a swell dinner, Wilma. - Thanks, Fred.
That's swell, Barney. We'll start off with an easy one.
Why won't you go, Barney?
But, Fred, I don't ever remember seeing any fires in Bedrock.