Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

It's a shame, though. I love this place. Gonna miss it.

Only two kinds of people venture this far into the depths of the jungle.

- Did he eat a lot of cheese? - Yeah. A bit too much, actually.

Tommyzola. It's a kind of jungle cheese.

Charl's Lamb Tikka Bhuna

- How? - Gather round. I wilI reveaI all.

- Hey, Howard. - Ah! A Mod!

Yes, my face is hideous to behold.

I can't go on any further. I am too old.

Guiding me about my business, thank you very much.

- It's locked. - Don't worry. Leave it to me.

- Why? What do you do? - I'm a locksmith.

Cheese is a kind of meat

He went AWOL, he went crazy. Started hoofing the public.

- They enraged him on sight. - I thought they might.

Come. Sit down and warm yourself by the fire.

Ocelots were no match for him. He was a great man. PowerfuI and handsome.

Not his best dream. He had other dreams. That was Tommy's gift.

Note to self. I hate whites.

But he is deep in the centre of the jungle room.