Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

My old hair. Huh?
I can't believe it.
- It's not, it's Lady Fame. - Lady Fame wouldn't shop at Tesco's.
M Series Macs be like VRAM, RAM, It's all the same to me, baby
Yeah, I own you, baby. Every time you pick up an instrument, I'll be there,
Whoa there, OK? Relax. Take your foot off the pedal.
All right, that's ages, it will be fine. Cool your boots.
the spirit of jazz gets inside me and when that happens, it isn't pretty.
What's wrong with you? Are you blind? Why didn't you tell me?
I design speedboats.
Well, well.
- So what? - I used to have that fire.
# I am electro girl
# I am electro boy
- Sorry, Johnny. - Johnny what?
Just stop dissing the hats.
I'm gonna get it, OK?
They're pioneers, they invented music.
# Come with us to The Mighty Boosh #
There may be a way. Play this.
Sorry about earlier. I behaved like a tit.
Who's that jazz creep?
Well, well, if it ain't the comeback kid.
# Riding along on a plastic dream
Glue them on. Redesign your hair. Have fun with it.
- What happened? - Something you don't need to know.
Listen to my jazz, get myself juiced up, then go about my business.
- Really? As if you get any offers. - I get offers.
Hmm. Seven off. I could probably work with that.
- I can pull shapes. - Why do you work in a zoo, then?
- He knows I've an eye for detail. - What does he want you to do?
- Like little Fickle Bobby. - Fickle Bobby?
- that's what I'm saying. - Why?
..to the world of The Mighty Boosh.
What are you doing? What was that?
Next time, girls, will you consult me