Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Every night this week. - How do you know that, Fred?

A fire. Are you sure? Where?

It worked like a charm, Barney, didn't it?

Yeah, that's right. It was the only way we could sneak out every night.

I know, I'll get the firemen.

Right, twinkle toes.

your teacher will be Miss Gravel.

- Wrestling holds? - Sure. Weren't we, Barney?

we're not going to figure out how to dance from that book.

There it is! There's a fire somewhere!

Welcome to our studio.

Look, maybe we ought to go to one of those dancing schools?

Gee, Fred. Lady teachers. I don't think Betty would like that.

- But, Fred... - Stop interrupting, Barney.

Besides, we swore not to snitch.

Good. Now raise your right hand and take the oath.