Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

♪ Here come Mr. Broom Broom, ooh, ooh

- Wait. I've got an idea. - What?

than stand about in your crap shop looking at you two silicone berks.

♪ Crimpety crimpety

I've got a job in Rumbelows as junior manager. I can take you on.

♪ "The Mighty Boosh"

♪ Carama, sharama, cinema in the night

♪ Easy, ready, willing, overtime

Hey, there. Harold Boom at your service, sir.

♪ Here come Mr. Broom Broom, ooh, ooh

Now, I say we get back on the horse...

You know what I always say?

What, you mean like when we run around in our vests and pants and throw satsumas?

♪ Yeah, I'll...

Uh... I don't know. It's too soon, too sudden. I need to think about it.

- So you're saying we should kill ourselves? - Just you.

- What do you mean? - Did you see Lance?

He got a model girlfriend, a sports car and his own chat show.

- What was that bullshit? - That was crimping, sir.

Every day you're late, every day another excuse. What is it this time?

and glued the feathers onto himself with Pritt Stick.

We know what we are, and what we are is sailors heading towards the future.

And number 9 goes, "I want cofee."

Everyone's looking back. Get with the programme.

♪ Future sailors

How are you doing? You all right?