Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- You'll outgrow them, dear. - Look at all this bloody fish!
Oh, Robert, Benson,
Shut up!
I'm going to have some new generals for a bit.
Mon Commander, they are very keen to surrender.
you're gonna be a lot happier.
of catchin' old boots, cans,
Because now I can ask you what I've always wanted to ask you.
No. Please. I'd like to come, really.
stupid Gianna serves her right ha ha
Oh, thank you, master. Thank you.
Randall, look, over there!
Look at them. Stunted little proles.
- Stop! - Go!
Stop! Stop! You never start on one.
- The teeth from blind old ladies? - Of course.
Oh, they get lovelier every day.
I'm sorry, sir.
Oh! Well, what do you call this then?
There's enough there for your friends, too, if they ever turn up.
As a disciplinary measure, we were sent down to the repairs department.
You've ruined everything! Pansy! Pansy, I can explain!
One inch shorter than me.
What the hell is going on up here?
I think there's something that you should know.
I don't believe the way you killed him.
Hey, come on! Smile!
We could've stayed at home making trees.
That's better! That's wonderful!
You say such nice things, master. Yes, I know. I'm sorry.
- Kill me, master! Kill me! - Not now, Benson. We have work to do.
There's still so much wealth to redistribute.
Lose yourself, leprechaun.
I can cough!
You see, if I lose them, I may never be able to get back.
and it's practically below our feet!
Yeah, and did we get a thimble full of credit for it?
I don't know. We've never done one before.
Randall! Don't do it!
We can make beans into peas!
- Fidgit? - Yeah.
Yeah.
What the hell are you talking about?
a mastery miracle of modern magic before your very eyes.
- Come on. We're going back. - No! Listen!
- What? - I saw the map, master, just now.
But why, if that's the case, Are you unable to escape this fortress?
Why have I let the Supreme Being keep me here...
Get it!
Ah, clever, clever.
- I- Thank you. Thank you very much. - Encore!
- Wally! Get down, Wally! - Evil!
But He created you, Evil One.
Your Money or Your Life
- It isn't him. - Let's get him!
Move yourself, lad.
Oh, Good Mistress Pansy, I could not have ridden faster.
- Is he coming after us? - I think we gave him the slip.
But, but he's dead, Randall.
# Strolling down the avenue #
Take up the slack.
Who ever heard of anybody starting anything on one?
And now, ladies and gentlemen,
Pansy, will you-
All hands on the tiller!
Tsk. Hmm.
- Hey. - Yeah.
You know, I never, ever want to go back.
poor Gianna.
I've got a better idea.
- Wally, give that back. - Get out of the way, Randall.
- But Evil's got the map, Randall! - Oh, damn right, yes.
No, no. More of the funny show,
Help! Robbers!
Robert, we must plan a new world together.
Look how He spends His time. Forty-three species of parrots!
- Wonderful! - Don't mention it.
Poor Gianna and Brian stuck headfirst in vat of custard.
What shall I do, dear?
I can't swim! I can't swim!