Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- lvan, the hairy Russian carpet guy. - The bear?

Welcome to the show. My name's Howard Moon.

Who are you, dealing stories in chunks? Johnny Segment?

# Killer on the road... #

What, this thin, red road?

A thumb of gigantic proportion.

''My own beast in creation killing me dead! The sweet irony.''

''and never darken my door again,'' she'd say.

YOU WON'T SEE PENNY ONE FROM ME YOU SLAG!

Jazz's deformed cousin.

(Howard) You idiot. Oh, no!

But you were the least musical of my children.

According to the map, the Animal Offender Zoo's here.

Colto. How is Colto?

21,000 euros? You won’t see penny one from me, you slag!

I thought you couldn't get trapped in boxes.

They're making a Bollywood version of The Fonz.

I smashed him into the ground like a blond tent peg.

When you were growing up in the forests.

- D'you want something to eat? - Yeah, I'm quite hungry.

That's how turtles eat.

YOU WON'T SEE PENNY ONE FROM ME, YOU SLAG!!

But I ain't all evil.

Take this horn. And if you are in peril, blow upon't.

Listen, that's the end of that saga.

I didn't know what was happening. For days I was in a trance.

Oh, yeah, the open road.

with green make-up and...special lighting.

But if we take Fossil's route, it's about six hours.

- Are we nearly there yet? - No. No, we're not.

Any last requests, I'll be happy to service 'em.

Howard! Stop the van! Howard, stop. Wait.

I had to leave the family unit, in search of a miracle.

- Oh, not jazz? - No.

- Yeah, the juicy dangler. - You're ill.

l think, from that, I developed a kind of spiritual...wanderlust, if you like.