Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh, crumbs.
I could have sworn it was...
Hold it.
Here. I want you to look after this.
Yes!
Congratulations, Captain, you're sober.
My grandfather must have walled it up before he lost the house.
Sakharine!
He's lying! He must have the scroll. The question is, what has he done with it?
Interpol doesn't have any other leads?
I'm sorry, sir, there is no "other cellar."
Tho-ro-.
Triple masted.
But we haven't lost the story.
Good evening, sir. I trust you had a successful trip abroad.
Well, that is, if it was my heart.
Oh, no.
- How dare you! - How dare you!
Where do we start?
- The unicorn! - Yes!
and catch me with my trousers down, huh?
He's very handy with a razor.
- Mr. Silk? - Yes?
Wonderful!
Welcome to Marlinspike Hall.
Good heavens, Thomson! Look after the evidence, man.
Lives are at risk.
After you.
All's well that ends well.
That's right. Why don't you have a drink?
- Didn't! - Did!
Thomson? Where are you?
I curse your name and all who come after!
Captain!
Thief! Arrest him! Thief! Arrest him!
Let the bird go now, or this man dies!
Thundering typhoons!
No, Thomson, this is Thomson without a "P," as in "psychic."
- A clue to what? - Four hundredweight of gold,
Freshwater politicians!
- Thanks. - Pleasure.
Well, I can see the cross, but where's the eagle?
- Captain! - Tintin!
Because I've sailed those waters countless times.
Yes, yes, he puts down the bottle...
Typical landlubbers. Aye, no stamina these days.
Test
Are you sure?
He's sober.
What are you talking about?
Happy Tree Friends
I know what radio frequency they're transmitting on.
I know what Sakharine's looking for.
Oh, no! Not again.
Hey, bud, how much for the boat?
Not first, no.
Nestor!
Welcome to Marlinspike Hall.
Look.
Caught him like a rat in a trap.
I'm gonna lower myself into the sea.
- It looks identical. - Well, looks can be deceiving.
It's a funny old life, eh?
I'd stand back if I were you.
Snowy, look at th!s!
Here.
with only whisky to sustain my mortal soul.
Well, how does that help us?
- Where are you going? - Just guard the ship.
Sakharine!
I'm at a loss.
Chasing cats again?
Now who-rols ho- run off to?
Quiet, Ali.
It's really lovely!
That's nasty.
Tintin!
- Mr. Nicholls, secure the cargo. - Right you are, sir.
What kind of danger?
What's that noise?
He was doomed to fail, and he bequeathed that failure to his sons.
Captain, the bird! Grab it!
Of course it's gone!
- Tintin! - Tintin!
Yes, boss.
That depends what you're looking for.
It was his fault, you see. It was Sir Francis.
And you will. Leave it to the professionals.