Late Night Bizarre (2011)

A short, sharp, beautifully raucous debunking of everything you've ever heard about the countryside - and some of the gentle folk who live there.

Hello Dad, I'm in jail. Say hi to Mum, from jail. I like it here, I'm in jail. Hahahahahaha - ha.

A scabrous display of the odd relationship between a window gimp, a pretty school girl and an oozing, giant beetle-thing.

The professor has a theory. OK. To prove this theory he needs a spike and an ass. So, you take the spike and then you put it...

Some insane little jabberers (one with a bladder problem) try to bite off more than they can chew when they flip the shopping switch to 'brontosaurus'.

Da Dukes is Back! And they're dirty - reekin' dirty! It's time to clean up their act and maybe burn some clothes.

A detailed psychedelic exploration of male nipples, special rabbits, Can-Can dancers' legs and boxing.

Spurt, our 'everyday-man' hero has one passion in his life - he was born to drive his weenie wagon.

A catalogue of nine headlines, illuminating apocalyptic undercurrents. Headlines become ironic expositions, highlighting fantastical variables and animals play.

Travis is a dangerous, disturbed and disturbing young man on a mission.

Bunkfunk MC and Lil' Joint are practicin' what they're preachin'. And they're preachin' it pretty damn hard.

When bad nuns go worse, not even Bono is sacred.

The city at night can harbour some strange hybrid creatures who stride, crawl, fly and creep through the streets, propelled by odd desires and decaying memories.

Medical emergency meets sexual urgency in this crazed romp about CPR gone wrong.

Mr Choco may well be in love but he sure has a funny way of showing it.

Some cats are just hideous, conniving, murderous, soulless, pitiless little bastards.