Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Not here, Young Fred. They wouldn't dare.

One... two... three... four

You're advancing the wrong way! Retreat backwards!

some reference material before I'm destroyed.

- Why? - It's a twenty-four hour day, isn't it?

He may not have seen one before.

There's a school of whales.

Do I hear music?

- There's another one. - A whole cyclopedia.

Is anybody home?

Lord Admiral? In that event, yes.

What can he do with half a hole?

It's getting better all the time.

Now, whatever you do, don't touch that button.

- We can't. It's Beatle-proof. - Nothing is Beatle-proof.

Go, Glove, point!

Remember, there'll be rough seas ahead.

Funny... a submarine remarkably like our own

or lie, I'm not too sure.

Are you Bluish?

We're quite cute, really.

Relax, lads. Not a Meanie in sight.

Perhaps this is it.

What's the matter, John? Blue Meanies?

Are you blueish You don’t look blueish

Defending Isisrael

So little time, so much to know.

So, press a button.

There you are, lads. Old Fred will get you out of all this.

- Just park it here. - I'll just park it here.

I warned you not to eat on an empty stomach.

- Forward. - Forward.

What you need is...

- His sister? - Yeah. Phyllis.

in Einstein's time-space continuum theory.

- Where are we? - It looks like the foothills.

All you need is Goals

for when I was captured, they took all my cards.

It's all in the mind.

A turn of the screw, and all is...

- Poor Ringo. - Poor lad.

We Meanies only take no for an answer.

- Lost in the Monstrous Sea. - Sea of Monsters.

Wait a minute, that's my car.

frozen in space, according to the now famous Theory of Relativity,

What would your friends be doing here?

- One, two... - Three.

The Meanies are coming! The Meanies are coming!

He's a clever lad, isn't he?

Yellow Submarine