Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I propose an institute
about receiving no message from the great beyond.
There's a lot of unfinished business in this house.
The stone needs recutting.
- And the wolf's allergic to it? -or it thinks it is.
I wish now I'd spent more time with him and listened to his stories.
- You all right? -I'm okay, yeah.
It's almost dark.
I mean, a single wolf cell could take 100 years to mature.
- No, don't do that. -Hoots, mon?
And then it begins, the Empire of the Wolf.
Why didn't you say so immediately?
You two, come with me...
Pardon me, Your Majesty, you'll have to leg it out of a window.
It doesn't work as a telescope, 'cause that's not what it is.
We've got to get to the observatory!
but good for the blood, I think. Drive on.
Her mum didn't have it. Her dad didn't have it.
Nearly took off my thumb, and I like my thumb.
So many questions.
Ian Dury and The Blockheads. Number one in 1979.
You could easily not be amused, or something. No?
But that's over 300 years ago. What's it been waiting for?
My love. Now, go.
- They mean for us to die. -Don't say that, Flora!
The greatest diamond in the world.
You may stand.
I said pull! Stop your whining and listen to me! All of yous!
I'm dazed and confused.
Out! Out! Out! Out!
Imagine it. The Victorian Age accelerated.