Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

get set, and...

- Nah. Nothing.

..and the lusty dog...

- Yeah. - Which reminds me, we found this grindstone.

- No, no - they are planning on faking it all.

I mean, what sort of moron believes in ghosts?

And we'll be right back with Thomas

- Don't let it eat me!

- The kitchen, Danni. Check your map.

- So the aim is to turn it into a venue. - A venue for what?

- Yeah, well, that would save us all a lot of hassle, wouldn't it?

well, it's going to be plague, isn't it?

- There no ghost-ghost. - I know what I almost saw.

Ghost night is on!

No offence, but, haunting-wise, you don't really have much to offer.

- Yeah. And more... - Hurry up! - And just...

- That there's no such thing as ghosts.

Yes, cool the muscles, improve performance.

- You ARE a ghost.

I just hope one day, you come to embrace them.

- She looks like my mother. - I resent that.

- Now she does it.

Chop chop, Fanny.

- And, of course, your poetry rhymes, which is A, harder,

There. Start my lap on the hour chime, and who needs a stopwatch?

and B, shows you have a real passion for the English language.

Hi. - Good evening.

- The offer stands.

- Fully booked again tonight?

That's perfect. - Here? - Yeah.