Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Not a trace of doubt in my mind
I thought love was only true in fairytales
is historic relic.
Oh, of course it's safe for me to show it to you;
There's no sun; it's midnight.
Alright, boychicks, gather 'round.
Oh! Are we glad to see you!
But, Marco, promise me one thing: no roughhouse.
Well, that's alright. Now, from the bump on your forehead,
Man, I sure hope we get this booking.
Marco. Ma-hey, Marco! Marco!
Then I saw her face, now I'm a believer
Don't bite your nails, darling.
Don't worry, we'll distract 'em.
Help, help. Gun. Oh, terror, terror, burglar.
Seems the more I gave the less I got
No, she couldn't have.
Five minutes. Ha ha ha ha ha.
Congratulations, Monkees!
That boy! He has my vulture!
Said I'm a believer, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Help!
Well, I, I think I'd probably start in over here,
- Thank you. - Bye-bye, Gypsies.
Here, Maria. It's no Michelangelo.
Whose?
Now, how do you get in?