Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

We're going to the big charity dance at the Rockadero Tilton.
Now you're talking.
Barney. Say something!
But it's a false alarm and you can all go...
A one.
- Ready? - Yep.
See it. I got trampled in the rush.
Everything is made of stone.
- Like the tango. - Yeah, tango. Here it is, Fred.
When the bell rings, all the firemen report to the firehouse immediately.
Yes, but we in the department know that there's going to be a lot of them.
- Wilma! - Betty!
There ought to be somewhere left where we went to.
I guess it's kind of relaxing to know I'm at the wheel.
A little difference of opinion about going to the charity dance.
All right, Wilma, I'm sitting down, and I've got a good grip on myself.
Back of Joe Rockhead's garage.
Well, you snitch, or we snitch to your wives.
There ought to be something we could do.
Are you out of your mind? It costs too much.
we'd have to leave the house every time the fire bell rings.
Mr. Flintstone, your teacher will be Miss Gravel.
Oh, my goodness, a real fire.
We never had one before. What'll I do?
Now, Mr. Rubble, since this is your last night...
No, Dino, wait.
- I got another idea, Fred. - No, not again.
Hiya, partner.
I had a little tiff with Betty.
Fred, you're becoming antisocial.
You'll hear bells if you don't tell us where they are.