Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

LADY AND THE TRAMP OH

Attempted murder most foul. I am Prince XII of Carlyle.

Can someone help a chap? I'm in the sewer.

I'll give it to you straight. It's disappointing.

Sir, have you by any chance seen Prince? I can't seem to find him anywhere.

I think that went frightfully well, don't you, Winny?

LADY AND THE TRAMP THAT FAT BALL OF FUR

I am so fired up.

Odie, come on. Come on, buddy.

No, thanks, old boy. You just run along and enjoy yourself.

Quite right, old boy. They must have given me yours.

Oh, no. He's under her spell.

Wait a second. Liz? Liz?!

Look, Lord Doofus is just another bully. And what do we do to bullies?

_ - Run away! ' YID, Yip, yahoo! Yahoo! Yow yowl

- (Nigel) Oh, no! - Yoo-hoo!

Filthy monsters!

I assume that will be all, sir?

LANDON VIVIANN AVA AJ MUNEEB CARTER IAN

- Trousers? - Ah, Miss Westminster.

This is hopeless. We'll never find Jon.

which I make this first day of September..."

LADY AND THE TRAMP TROUSERS

Your lunatic dog just bit my bottom.

In the absence or, in this case, the death of an owner,

Whoa! Landon Viviann Ava Aj Muneeb Carter Ian!

- Go, Garfield. - That's right. Come on.

Hey, girlie dog.

(man) Once upon a time, in an English castle far, far away,

- Operation Feline Protection underway. - I'm on it.

Liz, I've been trying to get the courage up to ask you something all week.

0h, Winny, pooh-pooh!

- Ha ha! Bring it on. - Ooh, aargh!

We gotta put an end to this torture.

- It's too late. She's already off to... - (burps)

Jon and I have everything I could ever want.

So, Winny, what exactly is Lord Dargis up to?

Come on. The coast is clear.

("Pump it" by Black Eyed Peas continues)

Strike. Strike.

- Hello, Rommel. - One, two, three, four, five...

- What's the matter? - Matter with what?

- That was inspirational. - Brilliant.

Isn't it remarkable? I found him wandering the streets of London as I left Willoughby's.

Hey, lady! You got any leftover liver?

Almost forgot Pookie. He can't be without Pookie.

to your conservancy?

Let me sleep, please.

Yo, it's lasagne, not shish kebab.

Yeah, when the going gets tough, the great ones party.

Your doughnuts are dry and don't have holes,

Relax, bro. It's not like you own the place.

- Sure, but... - Mi castle es su castle.

Keep still. They're reading Lady Eleanor's will.

"That's one small slice of lasagne."

You have caused enough trouble today.

It's a Carlyle log, my lord. A savoury of liver and spleen,

- Trousers! - Would you like to pop over and have...

- Now stay here. - Far cooler.

I thought a simple wrap would be just the ticket.

They're lucky to have you.

- Kill. - Kitty!

I didn't realise it was amateur hour.