Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Shh. - That's OK, Howard. The Mod is right.
- What are you on about? - You've got to accept it. We all die.
- Who are you? - I go by many names.
Works for any animal. Something Tommy taught me.
(Drumming stops and starts)
Everyone knows he felI in the ocelot pit.
- You're not a Mod. - I am. I'm king of the Mods.
I think it's gonna be all right. Look.
- They'd lock you in a trunk. - This is the Mod style.
He can stop the sale of the zoo. Let's go!
I haven't aged well.
He's doo-dee-do. I'm doo-dee-da.
( Guitar wailing)
- I leave this jungle every night. - How?
- I might transform into a mighty hawk. - A what?
I don't use them. Quite meaty. What is it?
WHAT? WOLFSES
- Tommy, that's enough. - Come join me.
(Tommy) Yes... No... Oh, great. A little to the left.
- You are searching for something, yes? - Yeah. How do you know?
I'm getting into the Mod scene. Check this guy out.
- I wilI sign. - Good.
Small eyes like a crab
- What test? - The pipe test.
- What is that? - Something Tommy taught me.
- Well, whatever. He's dead, so... - He's not dead.
- Who's that berk? - Uber Mod.
Oh, my God. Allan Holdsworth.
Oh, well. I've got you something. A little gift there.
- They never found his body. - They munched on him like an old Twix.
- Mmm. - Cracker?
Lock him in there. The place is crawling with wolves. He'lI be dead by dawn.
Tommy, where you go, where you go
If you are in danger, play this simple tune and I wilI come to your aid.
Put me through to Dixon Bainbridge.
( Plays three notes)
Look at his hair. It's over a metre tall.