Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Not a ghost in sight.
You tell them they've invested in offshore high-yields, right?
They've been forced to get jobs in the day,
only instead of just one album, the Multi-Deck,
Well, yes, sure, Pat, but, you know,
housed in a knapsack,
Of course!
"I've had quite enough of me being a smelly old walrus."
- Exactly. - Yeah.
We just need to give them clear, calm reasons not to sell.
- Oh, not this again... - No, I'm not talking about you, Fanny.
- Shh, guys! I don't know. - MIKE: And this is the kitchen.
I'd hug you if I could.
Um, yes, please.
Are they starting already?
Of...?
Now, I'm not going to beat about the proverbial.
Thank you.
Agh!
are a couple of budding hoteliers yourselves. (LAUGHS)
So impressive.
Just a few?
- Can we have a moment? - Sure.
No, look, it all comes down to money, right?
(ENGINE STARTS)
JULIAN: Yes, he does. He does sound like the Captain.
(FIONA SCREAMS)
- (SNORTS) - (CAR APPROACHES)
- You need money? - Mm-hm.
(GHOSTS CHATTER)
MALCOLM: Right, so, erm...
They're home!
It's in the bag. They haven't got a clue what they're doing.
- Quick, quick, quick! - Michelle drive car.