Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Your mother and father. They're on the motorway.

We're going out to Brooklyn. Everyone says the air is so much cleaner.

Those people, who were they? Where did they take her?

We heard there were jobs going, out in the laundries on Fire Island.

It's the car-sharing policy, to save fuel.

but sometimes I just think he needs someone with him.

I think he's a bit slow.

How about a different planet?

...and the driving should be clear and easy,

I must. But know this, Time Lord.

Don't you understand? They're closed, they're always closed.

The transformers are blocked. The signal can't get through.

Customers, customers! We've got customers!

# For a world of lost sinners was slain

One of the most dazzling cities ever built.

All in good time.

Maybe it's the engine, the sound, or the heat or the light, I don't know.

That's it! Might shift the fumes a bit, give us a good look.

They're all gone now.

- No, thanks. -Are they selling drugs?

This motorway, how do I get there?

- How old are they? -just two months.

Perhaps too much.

# Where the dearest and best

This is an emergency. Help us!

Beyond that, the mountains go on forever.

just what we need! Pirates!

- How many cars are out there? -I don't think anyone knows.

The leaves on the trees were silver.

I've sought forgiveness, Doctor,

But there are planets out there. You could have called for help.

- Transport. -Don't you dare! Don't you dare!