Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Bye. Nice to meet you.
♪ Future sailors
They're not for members of the public. They're for me and you on our own at night.
- Yeah, and Harold Boom. - What, these guys?
- No, it's impossible. - It can't be done.
Many years ago, there was a peacock and a magpie.
♪ Electronic castaway
I'm going straight I'm leaving Shoreditch
- How do you spell that? - H-o-f-f-m...
- We all are, Howard. - Not as far back as me. I've got an idea.
Why let it get to you? Rise above it. People will know the diference.
Raconteur? Your stories are embarrassing.
Not any more.
If it's the past that's in, maybe I should step up, huh?
Exactly. That's why we should. It'll be genius.
Come with us now on a journey through time and space.
I mean, it's not even that you stole my look. You didn't even give me a name check.
Wow! They've invented a new genre!
- Have you got my script? - Something bad's happened to me.
- Sorry. We're not open. - It's me. Vince.
I don't know. I'm not feeling it, Howard.
Not everything has to be funny.
- Really? - Yeah.
Of course I do. It's me and you all the way. What's the problem? What is it?
Oh! Argh!
I've done a landing.
I suppose it is quite a similar look.
Oh, Vince. My dear, sweet, naive little prince of a blue boy.
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I've still got it. I'll show you some stuf.
We'll see you tonight. We've got better things to do
♪ Put me in a coma, I woke up in the future