Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'm not as daft as I look.
Might pop back around puberty, mind you. Always a funny time.
- How's Claire? - Good, thanks, at work.
We went into the cupboard.
Hi.
Look, I don't know.
The message on the psychic paper, maybe it was just nothing.
- No. -# Goes the clock... #
- Come on. -Yeah.
No, no, you can't just... I mean...
we know that now. So, anything scary he puts in here.
George! George, you have to face your fears! You have to face them now.
And there's something else. Something I've missed. Something...
- Please, may I see the other stuff? -You may.
Please. George, you have to end this.
Please.
I'm worried about him, why is he terrified all the time?
- You know, it's obvious what's happened. -Yeah?
George is scared stiff of it.
- Who are you? - I'm the Doctor.
He still thinks it.
That's what it is. That's what the trigger was.
First things first. You got any Jammie Dodgers?
- Doctor, wait. -Sorry, yes, bye.
Creepy toys, scary pictures, that sort of thing.
Um, done what? What are you doing?
Who's that?
Sounds like something a kid would say.
I don't know, sprout another head or three eyes or something?
Bottles it all up, I suppose.
This whole thing. You can smash it.
Dad!
This, is just an average day at the office
Looks we're going to have to watch that film again.
Well, he never cries.
The exact opposite.
"Please save me from the monsters."
That's what we do. But not today, no.
No, George. I just want to talk to you.
- The dolls house. -No, look.
human.
There's nothing on.
Please save me from the monsters.
- Letting them in? -Surprise them.