Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

No mistletoe on these doors,
- It won't open. They've sealed us in. -Oh, my lady, look.
- We want only one thing. -And what would that be?
Yes, ma'am. Sorry, ma'am.
- It's just a story. -Then tell it.
- What a laugh! -She was just sitting there!
1879. Same difference.
Come on!
What, seriously? There's people out to kill you?
Oh, completely.
Laying the real trap not for you, but for the wolf.
It became something of an obsession. He spent his money on this,
but it's always been a mystery because she didn't inherit it.
No, really don't. Really.
Fire! Fire!
I saw, last night,
- Where were you born? -This body?
They could schedule themselves around the moon. We'd never know.
The wolf. There is something of the wolf about you.
Jackson, at arms...
Oh, you burn like the sun,
Come now, Father, you should know better.
- A spaceship? -Shooting star.
You're not welcome here, and especially not today.
but I know that you consort with stars and magic, and think it fun.
Arm yourself.
I'll tell you what though, ma'am, I bet you're not amused now.
- Sheffield it is! -Hold on tight.
Not the scares and chills, that's just for children,
Prince Albert kept on having the Koh-i-noor cut down.
I'm taking it to Hellier and Carew, the Royal Jewellers at Hazlehead.
I wouldn't blame Your Majesty if you wanted to ride on.
We've sent word ahead.
I bet you 5 quid I can make her say it.
And that means you, your Ladyship. Now, come on! Pull!
My apologies for the emergency. And how is Lady Isobel?
One. Two. Three.
A world of industry, of workforce and warfare.
What if this house... It's a trap for you. Is that right, ma'am?
Get out, all of you! Come on! Out! Out! Out!