Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You do know he's gonna die, don't you?

With the little version of themselves in the front pocket.

Come on, grab his fur. Go on, Howard!

The man had to leave the ring like this.

She's over there.

- Hey, Mrs Gideon. - Hello, Vince.

lt's me. Vince.

(Blender whizzing)

- Trumpets. - Trumpets?

# Skipper, Skipper, the kangaroo #

# Quantus tremor est futurus

You're a French duke, if ever I saw one.

What's going on?

Well, I'm not so sure. I don't really like violence.

- Whoo! - He saw the damage he did.

lt's nice to see you, but if you do that again I'll rip your eyes out.

Joey, take it away.

- it's just that. Vince. - Get away!

- (Door opens and closes) - Yeah, I got the moves.

There's only one way to get this boy ready for the fight.

They interviewed one of the carp. He was furious.

the antipodean killing machine,

Oh it's all salty, I'm freshwater

- Nothing outlandish, OK? - All right.

- Yeah. The post that hurts the most. - Well, come on, then.

- How do you know? - it's in all the papers.

- Yes. They arrived this morning. - First post?

D'you really wanna be fighting?

And you hang about her garden all night, weeping into her fishpond.

Note to self Pocket cheese

This is the one.

Note to self. Pocket cup.

# Concentratin' on truckin' right

- How do you kill a roo? - His balls, man.

- Trumpets? - Trumpets?

Don't try and stop me. I'm quick, like lightning. I'm frightening. Oww!