Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Let's join. - I knew you'd say that too.
We were just practicing some wrestling holds.
Good morning. You're early today.
And if they keep this up, they won't grow any older either.
- Did you get the book? - Yep, here it is.
She and her husband were going to the dance...
Sure beats lugging this bundle around on my back all day.
There's no fire, Fred. There's nothing to burn in Bedrock.
You, too?
- We only got a week. - A week.
They're all the same to Fred, too. Exactly the same.
Gussie Gravelpit.
I have an idea how to get our firemen home.
But, Betty, this is the fifth night in a row the boys have been out.
Doesn't anybody write just plain old letters anymore?
There ought to be somewhere left where we went to.
Right. We just do this for a week, and we're all set.
You know, I've been thinking. It's a cinch...
Boy, won't Wilma and Betty be surprised.
Will you promise me you won't laugh, Fred?
Hello. Betty, did you hear me?
How do you do, Mr. Flintstone?
Then you'll need our crash course.
I know, and that's 200 reasons why Barney and I can't go.
Now, will you please try it as I count off each step?
How do you do, Mr. Flintstone?
You're right, Wilma. But just to play it safe...
To keep the department efficient...
You should've mentioned it before we signed up and paid out all that dough.