Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Drink some water.
You see a peanut, the day's off to a good start.
Luckily, there was Eric Philips, a local crocodile who dabbled in black magic.
- The Charlie books? - Yeah.
The only thing I would say...
- Come on. I'm not interested in Gideon. - Keep away from her.
# We can jellico, we can jellico
If you want something more powerful, I've got an otter in a bib.
l just... I'm sorry! Gideon!
It's quality of prose, that sort of thing.
You're funny
l said good day, sir.
(Wind stops)
lmagine that. ln the summer of 1976,
on his way home from an Alice Cooper concert,
(# Ambient)
- What have you got to offer? - I'm a writer.
We just want to talk you through a few minor editorial changes.
- Could I have a quiet word? - Mmm.
(Wind stops)
They loved it in Charlie's pink tight warm belly pouch and refused to come out.
(Whistling intensifies)
Oh. Yeah, I'm cool with that.
I'll be off my tits on happiness. You should get one.
See you later.
- He's just mucking around. - All right. OK. See you.
What are you talking about?
Oh, yeah. Twice I've read it. Once in the original and then the paperback.
Yeah? Well, I got a problem with the black and white people.
- That'll be 159 euros. - 159...
(Sneers) You prick. Get rid of him, Fossil.
- Good day, sir. - You're in a Hubba Bubba nightmare.