Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

(Wind stops)
- The Charlie books? - Yeah.
- Good day, sir. - You're in a Hubba Bubba nightmare.
l just... I'm sorry! Gideon!
- Come on. I'm not interested in Gideon. - Keep away from her.
Drink some water.
- Could I have a quiet word? - Mmm.
You see a peanut, the day's off to a good start.
- What have you got to offer? - I'm a writer.
We just want to talk you through a few minor editorial changes.
l said good day, sir.
Oh, yeah. Twice I've read it. Once in the original and then the paperback.
on his way home from an Alice Cooper concert,
Yeah? Well, I got a problem with the black and white people.
(Sneers) You prick. Get rid of him, Fossil.
Oh. Yeah, I'm cool with that.
Luckily, there was Eric Philips, a local crocodile who dabbled in black magic.
- That'll be 159 euros. - 159...
You're funny
I'll be off my tits on happiness. You should get one.
See you later.
(# Ambient)
(Wind stops)
What are you talking about?
# We can jellico, we can jellico
The only thing I would say...
It's quality of prose, that sort of thing.
- He's just mucking around. - All right. OK. See you.
They loved it in Charlie's pink tight warm belly pouch and refused to come out.
lmagine that. ln the summer of 1976,
(Whistling intensifies)
If you want something more powerful, I've got an otter in a bib.