Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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