Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

The Meanies captured everything that maketh music.
And I can hear my beard growing.
- But we're here. - It's Sgt. Pepper's...
It's no longer a blue world, Max.
Okay, men, all aboard. Let's go somewhere.
We don’t eat cakes in the big red car because it can make a mess we just have to clean our car.
And who the Billy Shears are you?
Pat and Stan?
Shh, that's enough, Jeremy.
Get back! Get back!
'P' is for... goodbye?
I'm glad I'm not young any more.
- There's a Cyclops. - Can't be. He's got two eyes.
That.
Look. They're all asleep.
In genders embracing and chasing of blues,
Come on, Ringo!
Jeremy!
Jump in, we'll get my friends.
Fire!
Puss, puss-puss. Puss, puss, puss. Here, pussy.
Climb aboard, Young Fred.
A- ha! You fools!
- We're the spitting image of each other. - Golly, yeah.
Always was.
- I don't half miss Ringo. - He's far out there.
suspended, as it were, in time,
this motor, I see, has a broken down thing.
Play it!
And while I compose it, I'm also reviewing it.
What?! What?! The Glove is losing his touch.
This chap here...
Where could we go? Argentina?
You do, Lord Mayor.
Safe at last.
- Shall we? - No!
In Pepperland, all things are possible.
Buck up, and otherwise go mingle.
There's a school of whales.
Learn to sing trios.
Argentina?
- Do you think they heard us? - I hope not.
That was the panic button.
Oh, boy...
- John! - ... beating lightly
He wouldn't do that. He's our friend.
Down the hatch. A quite curious phrase.
Young Fred, the Blue Meanies are coming!
It's not polite to point!
- How do you know? - I read it in a book.
He does in truth seem quite annoyed,
Hey, wait, and watch.
It's quite uncanny, your faces...
Hey, that's a funny place to leave a goldfish bowl.
- They look a bit old for school. - University, then.
Clever lad.
- And they're waving. - It's a group of fellas.