Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Trying to scare an old lady to death.
Well, I suppose it can't all be planets and history and stuff, Rory.
--Help me! Please!
Wow, well, not 1700 and something, then.
He hates having a bath, in case there is something under the water.
You all right now?
- Yeah. - Where do you want to go?
The chicken's wood, so...
-life. -Sure?
Excuses, excuses.
Why aren't there any lights? I miss lights.
- There isn't a lock.
- Yes. -Less than a month after Christmas.
- You hear that? -Yeah.
George, you created this whole world.
I mean, he's scared to death of everything.
They're getting closer.
So, Claire can't have kids and something responded to that.
-around here? -Is everything okay?
No tears from George, that's what I've heard.
Or termites. Giant termites trying to get on the property ladder.
Yeah, um, let's just leave that for now, come on.
End this, end this. End it now!
- Yeah. -See? He's fine.
It's glass. It's a glass eye.
George sent a message. A distress call, if you like.
George!
Three old ladies, a traffic warden from Croatia and a man with 10 cats.
- He hates crayons... -Understandable.
--# And others shall be born... #
- George! Help!
What are you trying to say?
Simple as that.
The Three Little Sontarans, The Emperor Dalekis New Clothes,
They say it's the first sign.
or this is refuge for dirty posh people who eat wooden food.
Anyway, good, nice tea. Nothing like a cuppa but...
# Tick-tock
I mean, if this place was all lit up, we wouldn't be worried at all.
Thing we got him doing ages back.
"You'll never miss the water till the well runs dry."
Don't be so ruddy horrible.
- How many more times? -Don't like it.
George. George, listen to me.
Lock it!
- What is it?
No can do, son. I mean, if I went around...
- The dolls house? -Yeah, in the cupboard, in your flat.