Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh it's all salty, I'm freshwater

She's over there.

Note to self Pocket cheese

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

- Trumpets? - Trumpets?

- Hey, Mrs Gideon. - Hello, Vince.

- Whoo! - He saw the damage he did.

lt's me. Vince.

They interviewed one of the carp. He was furious.

# Quantus tremor est futurus

- Trumpets. - Trumpets?

# Skipper, Skipper, the kangaroo #

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

What's going on?

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

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

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

Note to self. Pocket cup.

Joey, take it away.

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

D'you really wanna be fighting?

- Nothing outlandish, OK? - All right.

the antipodean killing machine,

With the little version of themselves in the front pocket.

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

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

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

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

# Concentratin' on truckin' right

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

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

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

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

This is the one.

The man had to leave the ring like this.

(Blender whizzing)