Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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

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

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

# Quantus tremor est futurus

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

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

- Whoo! - He saw the damage he did.

The man had to leave the ring like this.

Oh it's all salty, I'm freshwater

She's over there.

- Trumpets? - Trumpets?

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

- Hey, Mrs Gideon. - Hello, Vince.

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

Note to self Pocket cheese

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

- Nothing outlandish, OK? - All right.

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

Note to self. Pocket cup.

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

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

D'you really wanna be fighting?

With the little version of themselves in the front pocket.

(Blender whizzing)

# Skipper, Skipper, the kangaroo #

lt's me. Vince.

They interviewed one of the carp. He was furious.

What's going on?

- Trumpets. - Trumpets?

This is the one.

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

Joey, take it away.

# Concentratin' on truckin' right

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

the antipodean killing machine,

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