Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Triple masted.
Sakharine!
Nestor!
Captain!
Congratulations, Captain, you're sober.
- Mr. Nicholls, secure the cargo. - Right you are, sir.
Welcome to Marlinspike Hall.
Yes, yes, he puts down the bottle...
Quiet, Ali.
Well, that is, if it was my heart.
Interpol doesn't have any other leads?
All's well that ends well.
Wonderful!
Look.
Lives are at risk.
Welcome to Marlinspike Hall.
I know what Sakharine's looking for.
Thief! Arrest him! Thief! Arrest him!
I curse your name and all who come after!
After you.
No, Thomson, this is Thomson without a "P," as in "psychic."
I'm at a loss.
He was doomed to fail, and he bequeathed that failure to his sons.
Oh, crumbs.
What's that noise?
- A clue to what? - Four hundredweight of gold,
- It looks identical. - Well, looks can be deceiving.
Chasing cats again?
Caught him like a rat in a trap.
Are you sure?
Good heavens, Thomson! Look after the evidence, man.
Freshwater politicians!
I'm gonna lower myself into the sea.
- Where are you going? - Just guard the ship.
It's really lovely!
That's right. Why don't you have a drink?
I could have sworn it was...
Happy Tree Friends
- The unicorn! - Yes!
Hey, bud, how much for the boat?
Sakharine!
Tintin!
Test
- Mr. Silk? - Yes?
He's very handy with a razor.
Oh, no! Not again.
Now who-rols ho- run off to?
- Thanks. - Pleasure.
Snowy, look at th!s!
Oh, no.
And you will. Leave it to the professionals.
I know what radio frequency they're transmitting on.
But we haven't lost the story.
- Tintin! - Tintin!
That depends what you're looking for.
Well, how does that help us?
Captain, the bird! Grab it!
- How dare you! - How dare you!
Well, I can see the cross, but where's the eagle?
Not first, no.
I'd stand back if I were you.
Of course it's gone!
and catch me with my trousers down, huh?
What kind of danger?
I'm sorry, sir, there is no "other cellar."
What are you talking about?
- Captain! - Tintin!
Let the bird go now, or this man dies!
It was his fault, you see. It was Sir Francis.
Yes, boss.
He's sober.
My grandfather must have walled it up before he lost the house.
Because I've sailed those waters countless times.
Thundering typhoons!
Where do we start?
Thomson? Where are you?
Here.
He's lying! He must have the scroll. The question is, what has he done with it?
It's a funny old life, eh?
with only whisky to sustain my mortal soul.
Yes!
Typical landlubbers. Aye, no stamina these days.
Hold it.
Here. I want you to look after this.
- Didn't! - Did!
That's nasty.
Tho-ro-.
Good evening, sir. I trust you had a successful trip abroad.