Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

The way things are, mate,

I needed to see the Flesh in its early days,

- There may be a way back from this. -From being vaporised? How?

Make them stop.

Inspire them to rise up.

No, leave it to me.

It's fine. I'll handle it.

Ooh, roof's going to give.

Gangers or no Gangers, we need to get the hell out of here.

Ignore them, it's not far.

- Ah! Ow! -They're pumping acid off this island.

Hello? Can you hear me?

Daddy? Where's my daddy?

We have to be free.

Oh, she's been out here for hours.

But we can't get low enough.

As soon as we can. Give me the code word.

And whatever happens, however hard, however far, we will find you.

What's wrong with her?

We've been through too much. You're my Doctor, end of.

Yeah, and so am I. We both contain the knowledge

of over 900 years of memory and experience.

This is going to overheat and fill the room with acid.

looking for a way home.

From the crypt? It's not on the schematics.

Yowza! An escape route.

It's small and red and it tastes like burnt onions.

Can you imagine what kind of hell they're in?

No, tough, dependable, sexy.

Yeah, well, I'm struggling to.

This is our chance. How can we route the shuttle to the courtyard?

It might be best if you stayed over there for now. Hmm?

Shuttle. We're dropping down on our approach.

Hey! Hello, bud.

Cleaves, you... You got cut off. Say again. What's the request?

He's got this wee dance he does when he gets over-excited.

Oh, don't be crazy. Okay, what happens to you, hmm?

And what if you're wrong?

- Doctor? -Nothing.

Come in, this is urgent.

- Don't you dare! -I've had it with this.

Ah! That's not a problem, I have something for that.

St John's calling the mainland-.

So, let's stop them.

These temperature gauges are rising.