Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

It's like it wants to get blown up.
- Where am I going? - You are staying here.
The fisherman said,
Hey, Goodthing. I'm coming back in.
Yeah, but it's proper this time.
- Er, there should be a ladder. - Got it.
Pods.
In fact, the fisherman wished that he hadn't wished the first two wishes.
Satisfaction.
Because the vardi think different.
Mum.
Here it comes.
This is going to be a stroll in the park.
Let's not ask them.
No one ever thought about the opposite.
You brought the vardi here.
Do you know what this building is made of?
Er, what good's smiling?
"How would massacring hundreds of people make me happy?" Smiley face.
A long time ago, a thing happened.
All I got to do is back the flow into the calorimeter and run.
We can't blow up the city.
Because I can't figure out why it happened last time.
Me and my vardies have just pollinated three miles of wheat.
- Where's everyone? - Oh, no, no, no, no.
I re-initialised the entire command structure
Hello, is someone there?
Where did you come from?
It knew I was starving.
Mum is dead.
That's what the badges are meant to communicate.
The fisherman had one wish left. What do you think he wished for?
Pure, soaring optimism.
But the vardi are smart.
What the hell did you do?
Good old, universally-compatible
Travel into the past, there's got to be rules.
Get away from the kid!
The creature will be fed.
In the future, we don't eat living things, we eat algae.
Not bad, not good, just different.
I've bumped into a few of them over the years.
- as... - Compost.
We're just too early.
I'm smiling.
How would massacring hundreds of people make me happy?
I have a suggestion for you.
A penguin with his arse on fire.
We have been fitted with some kind of communication device.
Tiny robots.
The problem is magic haddock, like robots,
Now they're all gonna leave the ship
What's wrong?
Okay, I suppose I owe you an explanation.
I can see you're worried.
Oh, yours isn't blank. It's got a face on the back.
The king sent 100 gold pieces in recognition of his heroic death.
Well, look.
Try to be good servants.
I've been out since second sunrise.
That little boy, where did he go?
Did I say I didn't love it?
You're not supposed to go off-world unless it's an emergency.
On you go, then.
Your oath, sir.
It's right here.