Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Joey, take it away.

She's over there.

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

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

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

# Skipper, Skipper, the kangaroo #

This is the one.

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

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

D'you really wanna be fighting?

# Quantus tremor est futurus

Oh it's all salty, I'm freshwater

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

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

# Concentratin' on truckin' right

- Hey, Mrs Gideon. - Hello, Vince.

Note to self. Pocket cup.

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

- Whoo! - He saw the damage he did.

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

(Blender whizzing)

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

They interviewed one of the carp. He was furious.

The man had to leave the ring like this.

With the little version of themselves in the front pocket.

lt's me. Vince.

- Nothing outlandish, OK? - All right.

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

Note to self Pocket cheese

What's going on?

the antipodean killing machine,

- Trumpets. - Trumpets?

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

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

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

- Trumpets? - Trumpets?