Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

A Monster in Paris
Who's Charles?
This komodo dragon is Paris!
I love it, Commissioner!
No...!
Charles, now let's get those bags inside.
You know what, Maud? I am very upset.
- Listen, honey. - Don't you 'honey' me.
There is a pattern, a logical progression...
Hello
the stars of the next feature... It's called the interrogation.
In your dreams?
- Hey Emile... - Hey Raoul... - Catch this!
Can you get rid of that thing?
Oh, I will find it, alright. As a matter of fact I am using
Very disappointing, Professor...
It is not that simple...
Albert... Albert!. That song isn't the problem. Albert... Albert!. That song isn't the problem.
Speak of the devil...
Here we go... One... one... one...
Why me?
that I give to you...
The opposite. I was so set in being a loyal officer,
Oh, no!
Someone to believe in... a saviour.
Oh... oh, thank you, Mademoiselle.
It's not straw.
Alright, let's try this one. Super fertilizer...
I mean that... that creature never really hurt anybody!
Go...!
Upon the bridge
Francoeur...?
Parisians living nearby the river have already evacuated.
Despite Pockets’ eventual demise and murder of Mr. Wang and Long
...oh, boy... I've always... eh... mean it.
He dies... and I win!
...and the women eh... want to be...
Oh, no...
- Where is it? - Where is what?
We've searched all over, Sir... nothing.
Oh, great...
which is why I have not moved more aggresively to drain the streets.
Yes...
It's okay. It was straw anyway...
All my friends say so. All I need is someone to give me a big break. That's all!
optimus prime
Thanks...
Er... no, but perhaps some boats, more walkways,
Lucille... I'm right here.
But, Sir, they are guilty.
Why... why thank you, thank you.
I don't know... something that will have some pizzaz... something that will POP!
What's that?
Oh, I do believe it's the Medal of Honor, Raoul.
- Okay? - Uh..
Oh, no... we're gonna die!
This is a nightmare...
Forget blankets! What's needed here is... diversion.
I say... not now.
You see, no more blisters, no more dirty clothes...
Now is for your angel, the niece,
You know, how it went with the commissioner. Right?
Thank you, Sir, thank you.
You mean you didn't see a 7 foot creature with big red bug-eyes,
The monster... I have three suspects.
That's called the guitar. It's very hard to play.
Oh, apparently very shy.
It's all part of a new fitness campaign for lead officers.