Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Well, whatever. We're on a desert island now.

Okay, we've got to pool our resources.

♪ Of isolation

That's Milky Joe in a wig.

Well, right off the bat, I'd say style.

I tell you, I've learnt a couple of things since I've been on this island, no mistake.

Offer yourself up to me now, Vincey. Like a good boy.

Oh. What are you gonna do, then?

Well, it would have grown out. It was a bit of an overreaction.

Look, his hair was lank, lifeless, you know.

Right. Well, we got a boat to catch so we'd better get a wriggle on.

We got a great act for you tonight. You're going to love them. I love them.

I don't wanna take the wind out of your sails, but it's not happening.

I'm doing it, okay?

♪ Replaced by this eternity

I'm the moon. I quite like to.... I'm lonely in the moon.

-Who's this? -None of your business.

It's like that cheap chocolate you get in Advent calendars.

Quite a sunset we're having.

Have a romantic moonlight stroll. See how it pans out.

You can't kill Time.

They're gaining on us!

-That's perverted. -If I didn't, you'd look like a Stig of the Dump.

Hey, mate, you ever thought about having layers put in your hair?

-So when you getting back? -We're not getting back! We're going to America.

the erosion of the sand, he's in your very face.

We're having a big calypso party on the beach.