Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

It's Berthold!
Perhaps you would care for a little light entertainment while you wait.
It was her!
thousands of miles away from the battlefield...
I cut it from the top.
Here we go.
- This way! - Careful!
Open the gates, dear friends...
All right. You take the baron.
Where are you going?
I'm sure you'll be very uncomfortable.
This is all your fault!
and the other.
- You incompetent imbecile! - It wasn't me!
You really are Baron Munchausen.
with the petit fours.
Stop it!
Darling. Take me with you.
Certainly fallen prey to delusions of grandeur.
I can't keep this up forever!
and could never resist a wager.
- Ungrateful mortal! - Please don't!
Climb into my hair.
What's happening? You've got old again.
I still can't swim.
The moon is a very insignificant part of my domain now.
Perhaps fate wishes me...
are my giant employees--
Stop it!
Oh, you missed me!
And sin
Keep--
I'm just on the cusp between Romeo and King Lear.
the little girl because you're my favorite.
The king and queen are charming.
We are supposed to be professionals!
Climb aboard. Give me your hand.
- No. - Ah! Interesting place.
Berthold!
Hey! Tickley! Tickley!
that a modicum of snuff can be most efficacious.
I can dance.
- Albrecht! - I don't believe it!
- Heaven. - Hell!
What's the wind speed, Gus?
- Shut up! - But he is!
I am, alas, unable to offer you so splendid a gift.
It's the demon of the deep!
Surely this time there
- What have you done to the baron? - You want the baron?
Because I'm tired of the world.
Excuse me!
even the magnificent Catherine the Great of Russia...
- You? - Certainly not!
- Give me bacio, baby! - Yes, but eat first, darling!
My hand!
Jealous! I'm not jealous!
Keep up! Steady as you go.
He really did! And he flew miles up into the sky!
- We surrendered last time. - So?
Do you know where the rest of the gang are?
I hope you'll be very comfortable. Ciao.
- You'd be unfriendly if I prodded you. - Who are you?
I haven't got the treasure anymore! I spent it!
in very trying circumstances.
Then you just tell me why it says, "Henry Salt and Son."
- That's not enough! - That's what I got to offer!
Those leg irons are to slow you down. Stop you tearing off all over the place.
No doctors.
I can't remember.
Sally, you can dance, can't you?
to be winning the war and saving the city.
This lot expect them every century.
Oh, my goodness!