Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

The eye should have contentment where it rests...
Drowns down girls and boys the same.
my doting Doctor tells me I am not!
Now, who would be next, hmm?
Peter.
Fascinating.
He's a bit different to his portraits.
Exactly. The lost play. Doesn't exist. I mean, rumours.
The Eternals found the right word to banish us into deep darkness.
Is that a promise, Doctor?
And those are men dressed as women, yeah?
where this lot can scream for all eternity.
Good mistress, this poor fellow has died from a sudden imbalance of the humours.
The power of a name. That's old magic.
brave new world.
Anyway, time we were off.
Oh, let's take the fun and the mystery out of everything.
Why are you telling them that?
Oh, but hold on. Am I all right?
when that Carrionite was in the room?
Patience, my sisters. Patience.
She's somehow out of her time.
Mmm, busy schedule.
Tomorrow morning, first thing, I'll send it round.
I'll take you back home tomorrow.
Tomorrow night.
A water cooler moment.
But there's no such thing as magic.
- And this is London? -Think so.
Let your mind go back.
But what could have scared her so? She had such enormous spirit.
But which house?
All Hallows Street.
and feeling ill.
You and the entire future of the human race.
She died of fright.
They come, they come!
Hold on, mister. Two hearts?
Thanks for the interest. Now be a good boy and shove...
Help me!
- Absolute genius. -Hmm.
Behold, Doctor. Men to Carrionites are nothing but puppets.
Water damps the fiercest flame.
- Mad in what way? -You lost your son.
Good prop store back there!
Will, I finished cleaning, just in time for your special treat.
Back to when everything was fine and shiny.
Madness enough to allow us entrance.
Rage, rage, against the dying of the light.
'Tis merely a rehearsal of what's to come.
Mr Smith, I will!