I wonder if Carlos Lopez Estrada ever imagined his career would include a 'Sheep Choreography' credit. I'm sure within his eclectic repertoire and his increasingly far-reaching collaborations with Watsky he must be aware now that anything is possible.

Set in a cartoonish dreamscape inside a kid's head, Watsky plays the shepherd of the sheep the young boy must have been counting in order to get to sleep in the first place (because someone's gotta look after them, right?!) It starts out harmoniously enough - sheep choreography et al – but unfortunately for Watsky it all seems to go awry quite quickly.

Sheep die left, right and centre before being resurrected in a nightmarish fashion. None of that seems to bother the little kid though...