Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

♪ plays dramatic chord ♪

[sniffs] Aw, bless me!

[siren continues]

[circuits clang]

LIAM: ♪ We're all that's left of Dapto ♪

♪ Both fingers and feathers ♪

I've always loved children.

[wind whistling]

- Those damn birds cut the power! He can't sing if he can't play music.

What's that racket?

To be a koala man, man?

[Daptonians shouting war cries]

♪ band playing prog rock ♪

♪ I can see the end ♪

- You truly are my ride-or-die, Alison.

[screaming, whooping]

[laughing maniacally]

We shall execute one Daptonian on the hour, every hour,

Slutty freckle filter on. [camera shutter clicks]

for the greater good of their flock.

Don't underestimate them, Dapto.

- I volunteer! [Daptonians gasp]

can only be reached via a very rickety, unserviced ladder,

♪ fanfare playing ♪

I apologize on behalf of all humans.

- Hmm... I guess the best way to be popular is to be yourself.

[plane engines revving]

- [muttering continues] - Remain calm, citizens!

Well, I'll be stuffed!

- Kevin, why are you taking the fall for me?