Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Szép álmokat, Frédi!

You heard me tell Wilma...

She took one look at the prowler, screamed, and ducked inside.

They is Betty and Professor Rockimoto...

Then what do you think your wife will do?

One thing about judo, you take a polite beating.

At least I don't have to hide under the bed if the prowler shows up!

Don't forget, fellows, we're six lessons ahead of you.

The ladder? Yeah.

Barney, he's back. Help!

I've got to admit, he's got style.

Okay, Fred, you're asking for it.

I'm going to report that guy to the prowlers union.

Give him lesson number five?

Where's my ear plugs?

I want to sign up for some private judo lessons.

Wilma, better hurry up. They're waiting for you.

- No. - It's no judo lesson.

If Fred still wants to play prowler, I'll go along with the gag.

I think the number five mallet will do the trick.

That's for sure.

I'll give him lessons four and five if he tries it on me again.

Is very sure they like the content

It's either the lawn mower, or I can hear you thinking.

See the prowler, big scream, zip and under the bed.

Let me sleep five more minutes, Barney.

Now hold it till I get in.

A prowler's got to learn to protect himself...

And she wakes up awfully mean and cranky.