Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

And I bet the whole family is out looking for you.
Well, so long, paI. We'll be back next week.
You know, I think we're carrying this dog-lover bit too far.
...was doomed to a life of dull, depressing wealth and luxury...
...seven-course doggy meals three times a day...
- Well, all right. - Hey, wait!
You don't want any old private swimming pooI, do you, Astro?
Oh, Tralfaz! It's visiting hour again.
- It's us, Astro! - Here, boy!
Stop this crazy thing, will you?
Of course, if that's what Tralfaz... I mean, Astro wants.
Don't yell!
- What are you blubbering for? - I don't wanna take a walk.
Will you tell the truth, the whole truth, et cetera, and like that?
I'm through being reasonable, Jetson. You forced me into this.
Not a bad fit, huh? Now, remember, Astro, you're Uncle Charlie. You got it?
At once, sir! A what, sir?
Case closed.
Well, we're home, boy. Let's go. HeeI. HeeI.
George, be serious!
Let's face it, you're a real astromutt. Reah, ra rastrorutt.
It would make everybody happy, sir.
Goodbye, Astro.
Oh, don't! No! Uncle Charlie, wait!
The dogcatcher.