Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I did.
I am Vulcan, the god.
Baron, where are you?
- Why are we going there? - That's where I last saw Berthold.
This sort of behavior is demoralizing for ordinary soldiers and citizens...
Stop it!
Splice it to the ends so that we may continue our descent.
My darling.
Good boy.
The truth is...
- To give myself up. - What?
There's no more rope.
I will wait for you!
Stop it!
- Above the elephants and soldiers-- - God! Stop lying!
Come on, boy.
I'm a modern man
Please, Baron!
Don't leave me, Baron. Please!
Come on!
- Your attention. - Hmm? Ah, excuse me.
Beautiful ladies
Just hold it! Don't let it go!
This is Venus.
- Baron. - Oh, most wondrous Majesty.
What will become of the baron
Getting a retail job
You horrible little brat!
who are trying to lead normal, simple, unexceptional lives.
you may take as much treasure as the strongest man can carry.
Use your trumpet!
I'm afraid, sir, you have rather a weak grasp of reality.
Right. Follow me!
I mean, I do! Of course, I do.
- Tighter! Tighter! - Hold steady!
Get him off!
Thanks, squire.
Radar Sneaky...
Most of you won't remember me or my adventures...
Your old friend's a lunatic.
He doesn't look very perky, does he?
In fact, so delighted was he with my company...
I gave my word I'd raze the siege and save the town.
Have him executed at once.
How do you know you're wicked?
Are you hungry, my darling?
that he offered me access to his harem.
That is what I had in mind.
The king! I must go!
And the world is evidently tired of me.
Lies!
You cretinous, senile old fart!
I see we're not in a very helpful frame of mind.
- Here we go! - Gosh! I can't hold on!
Please. Please, no! I don't want any more bodily functions!
We're wasting time!
- In the church tower! - He's dying!
It's moving!
I think you're right, aren't you? It's impossible.
The peasant assault is over. Everyone is quite safe.
you surrender-- that's three weeks from tomorrow.
- We need some help. - No doctors.
- I don't have time for this! - Farewell, Baron.
in the South Seas.
- But darling! - Don't you "darling" me!
- You surrender. - But we're winning.
- Oh, bugger! - We heaved anchor.
Right, Berthold.
Just a lock, cocky. Not the whole carpet.
Hooray!