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Hold it, Barney.
Excuse me, folks. I forgot my loot.
I'd better see if the coast is clear.
Wilma, what's wrong?
Wait till the fellas down at work get a load of this.
- when Barney comes to pick you up. - I'm ready.
Okay.
Like, meaning that, that's what.
I'm here, Fred, under the bed.
So it's you. You don't seem to get the message.
- I don't think I'm going to like it either. - Here goes.
- Under the bed? - That's what I said.
Out!
I hope Wilma didn't wake up.
That won't do you any good. Fred's under the bed.
Yeah, she's here.
I'd better hit that house over there before he gets to it.
E is for Etcetera Etcaterra
- So, why the judo? - A woman's gotta protect herself.
You hear that, Barney? What did I tell you?
Oh, boy.
After you've gone to bed, I'll sneak in, dressed like a burglar.
You mean I throw you?
Hold it.
Did the big bad prowler scare you?