Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- 'I'm a star, I'm a Princess, but I sing like' - A frog!
If you don't do it for them or Emile, do it for him...
Guilty of what? Of giving me a chance to show
Sorry to interrupt the show, gentlemen... But I think you're about to be
The resulting chase through FanCon gets Bob arrested by the LAPD
- I... what? - Ever since we met.
LUCILLE: Let me go!
Let me tell you how they help me bring me all of these changes
the low notes were... low, and
Whatever you do, don't make a sound. Okay? I'll be right back.
Sorry... Your arms, Francoeur.
- Okay. - Come on, hurry up.
Where?
I hide my light inside a cloak of night
Don't! Give me that.
Run...?
And now, ladies and gentlemen,
You know, Emile, I only have one regret.
I'm eh... I'm confused... I do not know what to say.
that I announce my candidacy for the post of mayor of Paris!
Lucille, there's something I've got to tell you.
Aah, Francoeur... there you are!
Enjoy the show, if you even know what you're watching.
The supreme virtuoso, Mr. Francoeur...!
...Oohh, he's such a...
Oh... yes.
I fall apart, I fall apart, apparently
Maud, my darling, don't let your mind dwell on that.
I'm going to inform the rest of the musicians.
Sunflower that big must produce tons of oil!
But the monkey said we're not supposed to.
Oh... don't worry, dear. It won't attack a larger animal.
Sir, I did not see the road you've been taken us down.
Hello Raoul!
Out of the way! Move!
English
Over the course of the last week thousands of
Spike Maud what are you
You're hopeless!
The past is passed, the future is ours.
There was more humanity in that flea than in the louse... I see before me now!
Bravo, Lucille... I like your acting skills...
- He has a medal of honor... - He's boring...
Got you! Show me some I.D.!
My camera!
Eh... for what?.
Success like that deserves... the feathers.
Start... pedalling!
I'm popular and creative.
Ah, commissioner, how do you propose to kill it?
- Well... Thank you very much Raoul. - Well, you're very welcome, Emile.
I don't mean to tell you what to do, Sir.
I feel alive when I'm beside
Not a bad idea. Brown is definitely not your color.
Ah... and one more thing. If you come with that medal,
That's how we are, the Seine and I
- Sequoia, yeah... you call it a Sequoia? - You prefer the generic name?
No, no, no... don't worry Maud. We are here to protect him.
Ah! Perfect.
Of course you can... you were born to sing, Lucille.
so the end of this poem
The antidote!
way ahead of his time, a real visionary, a little like myself.
- Oh, Emile! - Maud!
Okay, it's safe now. You can come out.
It's a good idea, Emile...
- Date? - No...
But how are you going to drown the monster when you can't even find it?