Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

One day, whilst relaxing,

- Thanks for your help. - No problem.

You and that ape are on the weed every night, smoking your minds to mush.

So to protect the identity of the executioner, he shall be wearing a hood.

I wonder who that is.

I looked away momentarily, the wind blew the page over.

♪ "The Mighty Boosh"

They do a day's work before you put your straighteners on.

Why don't you do something useful? You're the weak link in this operation.

Come on, chief.

Loves it. So anyway, Howard, are you in or what?

What, that radio alarm clock?

No way. Really? This is huge.

Maybe I could come up with a plan.

- Hey, Naboo, is this dry-clean only? - Vince!

- What have you been eating? - Head & Shoulders,

I had an itch. I was itching my arm. I'd changed washing powders. It flared up.

- He's journeying far into the astral realm. - He's of his tits.

It's nice to have met you, Mr. Kind Face.

No. The mental gifts that I bestowed upon you.

You can rely on me, Naboo. I won't let you down.

Yeah, I'll give you a call Wednesday.

Let us celebrate in our customary sombre and measured way.

♪ We are flying to a higher place

Pull me apart like soft bread. Punch me in the tits.

And sax... down, up, down.

- Right. He's fired. - What? That's a bit harsh, innit?

Naboo the Enigma. The time has come for your execution.

He's on the shores of oblivion. Kirk, if you can hear us, simply nod.

It's not really a goblet, is it? It's sort of a tennis ball cut in half.

You should have a goblet of wine.

♪ We've wandered down life's many paths