Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- What have I done? - No, Captain, not that!
Company, halt!
Illumination!
Look! Tintin!
- And this one! Cuir de cochon. - No, you have it all wrong.
These people do not play nice.
- Tintin! - Tintin!
My granddaddy himself, with his dying breath, told me the tale.
Quit your whining and find the kid!
What? Not that way!
The legend says only a Haddock can discover the secret of the Unicorn,
Great Scotland Yard! That's extraordinary!
when you have a more valuable cargo onboard?
The family fell upon hard times. Lost everything.
- My name is Thompson. - And Thomson.
He was convinced his name had Been cursed
Plane? No, no, I'm a naval man myself. I never fly if I can help it.
Excellent!
Of course! I've seen you in the newspaper.
"Three Unicorns in company
It's me.
Slave-traders! Mutant malingerers!
- You said you wanted a holiday. - Quite.
With that, he puts down the bottle and...
So you've lost again, Haddock.
Happy Tree Friends
Hold your fire.
You have one, you need the other.
from a pickpocket actually pickpocketing at the time.
No! Not like I wanted! I needed Haddock alive!
The Milanese Nightingale.
Thank you
What? He's just a hopeless old soak.
What was Barnaby Dawes trying to tell us when he said our lives were in danger?
And anyway, it's after dark,
I don't think you realise this,
One step at a time. Come on, on your feet! Lean your weight on me.
"Milanese Nightingale"?
You blue blistering barnacles!
Get up! Get up!
And we're going to the one place that could have the answer.
Captain, stop! Stop!
Oh, dear.
Triple mast, double decks, 50 guns!
Come back and face me!
You don't pay me at all.
We're saved!
In a boat?
You do know what you're doing, eh, Tintin?
Kill his men!
Murdered in my bed by a baby-faced assassin!
Well done, my boy.
To one of the greatest sunken treasures in all history.
Come on snowy
- And what's the good news? - We've got one bullet.
That's his secret weapon?
There could be a story here. That's what I do, you see.
The odds are even.
Bad dog
Blistering barnacles!
That young man, what's his name?
Yes. Indeed, Signor Salad!
Please forgive me. I must escort madame to her dressing room. Excuse us.
You won't find another one of these, mate.
Quick, get him in the van
I'll start with your men.
Sank his own ship. Sir Francis sent that treasure to the bottom of the sea.
It's all your fault
Rackham, you gave me your word! Rackham!
It's my collection?
Good Lord! Come on!
You blithering idiots, don't just stand there! Do something!
What is it, Snowy?