Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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

D'you really wanna be fighting?

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

Joey, take it away.

Oh it's all salty, I'm freshwater

They interviewed one of the carp. He was furious.

Note to self. Pocket cup.

She's over there.

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

# Quantus tremor est futurus

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

Note to self Pocket cheese

What's going on?

- Hey, Mrs Gideon. - Hello, Vince.

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

(Blender whizzing)

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

- Trumpets? - Trumpets?

# Concentratin' on truckin' right

the antipodean killing machine,

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

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

With the little version of themselves in the front pocket.

# Skipper, Skipper, the kangaroo #

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

- Whoo! - He saw the damage he did.

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

lt's me. Vince.

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

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

- Nothing outlandish, OK? - All right.

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

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

- Trumpets. - Trumpets?

The man had to leave the ring like this.

This is the one.