Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- I leave this jungle every night. - How?
- You're not a Mod. - I am. I'm king of the Mods.
( Plays three notes)
I don't use them. Quite meaty. What is it?
If you are in danger, play this simple tune and I wilI come to your aid.
- You are searching for something, yes? - Yeah. How do you know?
(Drumming stops and starts)
- Well, whatever. He's dead, so... - He's not dead.
He's doo-dee-do. I'm doo-dee-da.
Works for any animal. Something Tommy taught me.
Tommy, where you go, where you go
( Guitar wailing)
He can stop the sale of the zoo. Let's go!
- Who's that berk? - Uber Mod.
- What test? - The pipe test.
I think it's gonna be all right. Look.
- Tommy, that's enough. - Come join me.
- Who are you? - I go by many names.
I'm getting into the Mod scene. Check this guy out.
- What are you on about? - You've got to accept it. We all die.
Oh, well. I've got you something. A little gift there.
I haven't aged well.
- Shh. - That's OK, Howard. The Mod is right.
Everyone knows he felI in the ocelot pit.
Look at his hair. It's over a metre tall.
- I might transform into a mighty hawk. - A what?
WHAT? WOLFSES
- What is that? - Something Tommy taught me.
- Mmm. - Cracker?
Oh, my God. Allan Holdsworth.
- They'd lock you in a trunk. - This is the Mod style.
- I wilI sign. - Good.
(Tommy) Yes... No... Oh, great. A little to the left.
Put me through to Dixon Bainbridge.
- They never found his body. - They munched on him like an old Twix.
Small eyes like a crab
Lock him in there. The place is crawling with wolves. He'lI be dead by dawn.