Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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

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

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

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

What's going on?

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

The man had to leave the ring like this.

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

- Hey, Mrs Gideon. - Hello, Vince.

(Blender whizzing)

She's over there.

Note to self. Pocket cup.

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

# Skipper, Skipper, the kangaroo #

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

This is the one.

D'you really wanna be fighting?

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

# Concentratin' on truckin' right

the antipodean killing machine,

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

Note to self Pocket cheese

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

lt's me. Vince.

With the little version of themselves in the front pocket.

- Trumpets? - Trumpets?

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

# Quantus tremor est futurus

- Whoo! - He saw the damage he did.

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

- Trumpets. - Trumpets?

Joey, take it away.

- Nothing outlandish, OK? - All right.

Oh it's all salty, I'm freshwater

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

They interviewed one of the carp. He was furious.