Best Mighty Boosh Bloopers

This week we're going to be going on a journey. A journey to terrifying distant lands. Get a farmer bean. I've done a sports fart. Cut. Here we go. Where's the respect I'm due? That's what I want to know. Don't! You alright? How's that? I could maybe do yous like Medusa with snakes for hair. Sure. Sorry. Action. Sorry. Somebody farted? Kangaroo farted. And the kangaroo's farting like a menace. Don't kill me. What? Don't kill me. No. Sorry. Meatballs. Meatballs, man. Oh yes, I've been offered a hell of a lot of money to sell this zoo. What the? Sorry. It's the door bins of an idiot. Fool. It is a novel. And action. Alright mate. Oh ****. Stand by. What do you two think this is? A Vietnamese sex show? Now listen up. You know, I need more than that to make me happy Vince. What? You've got a big bit of arse. My ****. Nothing to worry about, I'm sorting things out here. Where's all the animals going in the zoo, Bainbridge? Something's wrong here, I'm going to the Barbuda. Okay, who am I going to fight? This fella? No way. He's way too dangerous. That's Mickey the Fist. ****. I've got my zip on. Sorry. Why are you people so small? I can rest my head on your drinks. It's the nothingness. The endlessness. ****. Sorry. Whiteness. ****ing amateur. That's my mark, you ****ing idiot. Sorry James. That's a bit pumped up in the sock. Sorry. I hope you got that. Don't kill me. I've got so much to give. Out it's me, you idiot. Vince. Yeah. You're alive. Yeah. Can't tie me. Bet you're not in your costume. Ice, flow, nowhere to go. Lost in the blinding whiteness of the tundra. Down on the hammer. You're Fossil's bitch, that's the word on the street. Word on the street? Who are you? T-Bone Wilson? Sorry. T-Bone Wilson. What are you doing? ****. See this falcon? It's beautiful. I shot one as big as this in Krakatoa. Can I touch it? No. That's beautiful too. Sorry. Have you seen one like this before? I bet you haven't. Can I touch it? No, you must. It's beautiful. It's beautiful too. Sorry. I'll get it, I'll get it. Sorry. Hello? Hey. Ah! Vince. Alright. What are you doing here? I've got to put... Oh, **** off. I don't like you. Oh, come on. Hey, Julian. Howard. Sorry. My character. Playing a character. Stand by. Okay. Here we go. You're working with professionals here. Okay. Water in. Oh, yes. That's the cold **** water. It's not. That's nice. Here we go. And... Action! You know what this means, don't you? No! This is the Zoo for Animal Offenders here. We're inside it. Oh, yeah, right, yeah. No! Didn't like that one. Hi, Vince. Hey, Mrs Gillian. Vince, have you seen my python? Uh-uh. Only he's not in his cage, and I thought maybe he could be here. I... Oh, hi, Bolo. Quite slippery characters, the old snakes. That's a popular misconception. This is a story that's going to chill you to the bone, Vince. It's going to turn your heart black with fear. It all happened what seems like a lifetime ago. Sorry. It's the nothingness. The whiteness. The endlessness. Stretching on beyond the dew. Stretching on into my anus. Captain Notes, Captain Notes, running like a tiger boy. He's lost. Where's the zebra? Where's the what-the? Where's the squid? Huh? Where's my frog? You smoked it! Where's the cow? I don't know! The badger? Stop it! Bolo? No! Where's my guardian? Happy, happy, nicey! It gets me out of the zoo. Puts me on the map. Gets me famous, you know? Howard Moon, colon, explorer. Got a ring to it, that, hasn't it? Colon explorer? No, you know what I'm saying. Don't think that's got the right ring to it. What? Is this the last scene of the day? Is that why Paul's speaking like that? Speak now. With. Snake. Plenty more where those came from. After fighting the egg. For the foolhardy endeavour. Which I actually lost. It was a big mother****** egg. You're in trouble now, Bameridge. Yeah, you're in trouble. Oh yeah. Tell it to a pygmy. Yeah. Tell it to your moustache. He's coming. He's coming fast on you. Yeah, you're about to meet your doom. Get ready for it. Yeah! Why don't you... Go on, sing a bit more. Yeah, I'm singing it up over here. Sing it up, yeah. Why don't you turn around? Sorry. Make that a bit longer, everyone. Pretty sexy, yeah? You wait. Two weeks' time. Shoreditch. Everyone will have these. You help me out to get in, Bricklayers. Have to fill it with water. Look deep into the parker. And show me what you dream of. The egg! Tosser. The egg! Pillock. The egg! F***ing idiot. The egg! Some of the worst acting I've ever seen. Can I go in the front for a bit? No, you can't. I thought you loved me. If you tell anyone I said that, I'll have to hurt you, you know that. Who rang, by the way? What do you mean? Well, whoever rang saved our lives. Just a number we've held.