Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

No tears from George, that's what I've heard.

The Three Little Sontarans, The Emperor Dalekis New Clothes,

- He hates crayons... -Understandable.

George, you created this whole world.

Why aren't there any lights? I miss lights.

or this is refuge for dirty posh people who eat wooden food.

- There isn't a lock.

You all right now?

Or termites. Giant termites trying to get on the property ladder.

George. George, listen to me.

Well, I suppose it can't all be planets and history and stuff, Rory.

- The dolls house? -Yeah, in the cupboard, in your flat.

I mean, if this place was all lit up, we wouldn't be worried at all.

- How many more times? -Don't like it.

--Help me! Please!

He hates having a bath, in case there is something under the water.

--# And others shall be born... #

- George! Help!

- Yeah. -See? He's fine.

End this, end this. End it now!

Thing we got him doing ages back.

Wow, well, not 1700 and something, then.

- Yes. -Less than a month after Christmas.

Trying to scare an old lady to death.

Don't be so ruddy horrible.

Three old ladies, a traffic warden from Croatia and a man with 10 cats.

I mean, he's scared to death of everything.

No can do, son. I mean, if I went around...

Simple as that.

- Yeah. - Where do you want to go?

-around here? -Is everything okay?

They say it's the first sign.

What are you trying to say?

"You'll never miss the water till the well runs dry."

- You hear that? -Yeah.

It's glass. It's a glass eye.

The chicken's wood, so...

They're getting closer.

Yeah, um, let's just leave that for now, come on.

Excuses, excuses.

Anyway, good, nice tea. Nothing like a cuppa but...

So, Claire can't have kids and something responded to that.

George sent a message. A distress call, if you like.