Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Wheel? -Atom accelerator.
- Sensors? -Yes.
She leaves a mark on men's skin.
Oh, my God.
How can two ships be in the same place?
He's my son.
- That crate of yours really is a ship? -Well, it's not propelled by the wind.
- True. -Mmm-hmm.
Where are the rest of the crew? This is a big ship, big for five of you.
Come out of there, you mutinous dog!
She's not a doxy.
Actually, I think you'll find she isn't. We have to leave. Right now.
Come on. I barely even scratched him. What are you all in such a huff about?
You're stowaways!
"Grab yourself a parrot. Welcome aboard."
Very efficient. I mean, if something's going to kill you,
- What's wrong? -Man wounded.
A green singing shark in an evening gown.
Look at these brilliant pirates. Look at their brilliant beards.
Must we do this?
- Anaesthetic. - What?
Amy! Amy.
What's wrong?
- I've come to join your crew. -I don't want you here.
Put the bunt into the slack of the clews.
- No! No! - No!
Not the same. Two planes, two worlds.
Go and get the crown from the storeroom.
- Show me. Weigh anchor. Make it sail! -And the gun's back.
Please wake up.
His fever's gone.
Broadcast in our world.
He can't breathe. Turn it back on.
Now and again they collide. And you can step from one to the other.
He means the armoury, where the powder's stored.
Help me get him up?
Where are we?
There are worse ways than having your face snogged off by a dodgy mermaid.
Without a plane to lock onto we're not going anywhere.
I suppose laughing like that is in the job description.
Typhoid fever. Once he returns, it's only a matter of time.