Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Rides well, doesn't he? - 'E' is for ergent...
Are you bluish?
Where should I go?
Puss, Puss Puss Puss Puss Puss Here Pussy
- The Bonkers? - No.
But I don't have an imagination.
...Blue Meanies!
Have you got your drumsticks with you? A drum break might shatter it.
Can it be me? I think you'd better inquire of the guards,
Arise, arise, arouse, a rose.
Can't you tell one when you see one?
My dear friend...
Okay, Booby. Down the hatch.
- Dealing in abstracts. - Just because I'm a drummer...
And none the worse for our adventures.
Hey, fellas. Look.
It's all in the mind, you know.
Where ground is soft most often grows,
- Anti-music missiles? - No.
Sound off, one, two, three, four...
I think he needs a rehearsal.
- He looks wrong. - He doesn't look at all well.
- Do you ever get the feeling... - Yeah.
Enough to fill the Albert Hall.
- The dreadful Flying Glove? - No.
Thing of beauty... destroy it for ever!
We're being swallowed. What shall we do?
Joe Lombardo?
Oh, yes is a word with a glorious ring,
Well, you'll soon put a stop to that, won't you, Glovey?
...
Down the Hatch
Great. What shall we do?
- What do you think it is? - Nothing.
- We'll be sucked into oblivion. - Or even further.
It must be scratched.
Open your mouth, it won't hurt.
- and foremothers... - Another quartet?
Nothing ever happens to me.
This thing? This thing?
Great. Let's go.
Fix it to keep his mind from wandering.
- But how'll we get over...? - Easy. Follow me.
If I spoke prose, you'd all find out, I don't know what I talk about.
Displaying.
I don't know. Ringo's just a sentimentalist.
- No, I haven't. - Have a look in your pocket.
Be empirical. Look.
Rimsky Korsakov?
- Look. Breakfast. - I'm dying for a bit of brekky.
They shrink at the very sound.
Hey, Ringo, I've just had the strangest dream.
He's been bonked.
Yeah, it was a great party.