Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

She's over there.

- (Door opens and closes) - Yeah, I got the moves.

lt's nice to see you, but if you do that again I'll rip your eyes out.

(Blender whizzing)

You're a French duke, if ever I saw one.

The man had to leave the ring like this.

D'you really wanna be fighting?

lt's me. Vince.

What's going on?

Oh it's all salty, I'm freshwater

They interviewed one of the carp. He was furious.

There's only one way to get this boy ready for the fight.

And you hang about her garden all night, weeping into her fishpond.

- Yeah. The post that hurts the most. - Well, come on, then.

- it's just that. Vince. - Get away!

the antipodean killing machine,

Joey, take it away.

- How do you kill a roo? - His balls, man.

Don't try and stop me. I'm quick, like lightning. I'm frightening. Oww!

Note to self Pocket cheese

- How do you know? - it's in all the papers.

- Trumpets? - Trumpets?

- Trumpets. - Trumpets?

- Nothing outlandish, OK? - All right.

# Quantus tremor est futurus

# Concentratin' on truckin' right

# Skipper, Skipper, the kangaroo #

- Hey, Mrs Gideon. - Hello, Vince.

- Yes. They arrived this morning. - First post?

This is the one.

Note to self. Pocket cup.

You do know he's gonna die, don't you?

- Whoo! - He saw the damage he did.

Come on, grab his fur. Go on, Howard!

Well, I'm not so sure. I don't really like violence.

With the little version of themselves in the front pocket.