Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Of course I do. It's me and you all the way. What's the problem? What is it?
♪ Put me in a coma, I woke up in the future
♪ Future sailors
We'll see you tonight. We've got better things to do
I've done a landing.
Oh! Argh!
Wow! They've invented a new genre!
Many years ago, there was a peacock and a magpie.
I've still got it. I'll show you some stuf.
- Sorry. We're not open. - It's me. Vince.
- We all are, Howard. - Not as far back as me. I've got an idea.
Why let it get to you? Rise above it. People will know the diference.
Raconteur? Your stories are embarrassing.
I'm going straight I'm leaving Shoreditch
- Have you got my script? - Something bad's happened to me.
They're not for members of the public. They're for me and you on our own at night.
Not everything has to be funny.
- How do you spell that? - H-o-f-f-m...
- Yeah, and Harold Boom. - What, these guys?
- Really? - Yeah.
Bye. Nice to meet you.
I mean, it's not even that you stole my look. You didn't even give me a name check.
♪ Electronic castaway
Oh, Vince. My dear, sweet, naive little prince of a blue boy.
Not any more.
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- No, it's impossible. - It can't be done.
Come with us now on a journey through time and space.
I suppose it is quite a similar look.
I don't know. I'm not feeling it, Howard.
Exactly. That's why we should. It'll be genius.
If it's the past that's in, maybe I should step up, huh?