Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Of course you do. How could you not?
And the kiddie?
- George! - Please save me from the monsters.
Well, I have just been turned into a wooden dolly.
I don't understand. It has to be the cupboard.
Are you crazy? We can't open the cupboard.
But he's our child!
- You don't want to do that. -Why?
So, what do we do with the things we don't like?
Look, son.
A doctor? Have you come to take me away?
and tumbling nebulae like oceans set on fire,
Huh? That's better.
- What's the matter, Alex? -I can't...
Rory, hang on.
In that case, sorry, go on.
Please. I don't like being on me own.
- Course not. You could be anyone. -I could be, but I'm not.
Come out of there!
Massive psychic field, perfect perception filter and that need,
we're either inside the dolls house
Everything's going to be fine.
Oi, listen, mush, old eyes.
- He's got us. -He needs a doctor.
#Tick-tock and all too soon
# Tick-tack goes the clock
He'll adapt perfectly now. Eh!
Rory!
Is that you, George?
ever, send you away.
The universe is... Ooh!
You see, these eyes, they're all lies.
Which one's Amy 1?
There's a switch.