Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

But he did.
- What did you do that for? - I thought you might be unfriendly.
Delicious!
Eh?
- Berthold! What are you doing here? - Looking for you!
Get back! I'm warning you! Do not open those gates!
It's intolerable!
Where's the baron?
I've just been expelled from a state of bliss.
This is precisely the sort of thing that no one ever believes.
Wait! Come back!
Darling, I'm going to drive you to China!
Baron, I must get back to Roger before he notices I am headless!
We must face the facts.
Open the gates.
Hello!
- You promised to help them! - They are perfectly safe.
This, sir, is the Right Ordinary Horatio Jackson who just happens...
You're all under arrest! All of you!
No, it isn't!
Why is she making those funny noises?
Don't catch cold! Au revoir.
You are a pillow biter!
What are you looking at?
I'm back in business.
Not late, thank you very much.
I, Baron Munchausen...
Of course I'm unfriendly.
But ill luck pursued me...
as much as the strongest man can carry.
The gates will remain closed.
I'm free at last! The body is dead!
to teach the sultan a lesson or two.
One or two little technical problems.
Look for him!
Are you scared?
Yes, well done there.
He's asleep. I can hear him snoring.
They can look after themselves.
Please.
Well done, Sally!
Certainly not!
I can't believe it! This is miraculous!
How are we supposed to save the town from here?
and simply press the button.
You know about their detachable heads...
- We were about to start the second act. - Who is this?
- No. You surrender. - We've been through all this.
I find it. We play "head and seek."
We beat them!
Hang on.
casting long shadows through the sausage bushes...
Please. Forget the virgins.
Actually, it doesn't matter whether you're thrown out or stay here.
Albrecht's useless!
- Why not? - I can't remember.
The most probable explanation-- if you're not a sceptic--
- Go on. - Buzz off!
Am I or am I not the elected representative?
empress of all the Russia's...
One with exceptional eyesight.
Give us a say! Sir, look at these favorable endorsements from Europe.
Laws of hydraulics. Laws...
Fire!
Well, for one thing...
we heaved anchor and set sail.
- Where's my brother? - What?
That's why he's a baron and I'm a prole.
Shut up, you trollop!
My dearest.
Grab the rope!
Well, you see, the advantage is...
Thank you. It'll be a pleasure.
- How? - Ladies, I'll require your assistance.
Help! Guards! Murder!
Do not open the gate!
Where the devil are the stagehands?