Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

They didn't have Mandrill Wives.

Come with us now on a journey through time and space.

and sit under Mr. Willow, the tree.

Don't worry about that. Do you fancy coming to see me DJ on Friday?

Next thing I knew I was tonguing Nutkins. Ugh!

First I've heard about it.

- A poofter. - You can't speak like that.

I'm a full moon, yeah, making all the juice activated.

All right, I gotta go, Naboo, yeah?

Vince, of you go!

Naboo sacked me. He turned his back on me. You betrayed me for a cape.

- Do you like spaghetti hoops? - Yeah.

He read it over and over

and Dante, the racist badger.

- That's quite a specific amount. - Well, I have specific needs.

Do you have some medicine for me? Maybe something from the cupboard over there?

And up, down... Feel it burn. Feel that bebop burn.

and he set off to the town.

- I'm going now. Bye. - Oh, OK.

There would be vermin running riot, urban foxes terrorising the neighbourhood.

You have been accused of losing a pint of shaman juice,

Right. Could you get out of here? Cos I've got to clear all this rubbish away.

Vince, you don't understand. This is serious.

Yeah, I'm sorry, Howard. You know what I'm like with clothes.

- Hey! Could you spare some change, love? - Sorry, mate. I haven't got any.

- Where can he be? - Why don't we ask the Plan Pony?

Come on. You must have some loose change somewhere.