Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- No. - It's no judo lesson.

The ladder? Yeah.

You heard me tell Wilma...

They is Betty and Professor Rockimoto...

One thing about judo, you take a polite beating.

Now hold it till I get in.

And she wakes up awfully mean and cranky.

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

Let me sleep five more minutes, Barney.

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

Is very sure they like the content

I want to sign up for some private judo lessons.

Where's my ear plugs?

Barney, he's back. Help!

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

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

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

Szép álmokat, Frédi!

Then what do you think your wife will do?

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

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

Okay, Fred, you're asking for it.

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

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

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

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

Give him lesson number five?

That's for sure.

I think the number five mallet will do the trick.