Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

the night we got Santa's Little Helper. Remember?

Mom, I made an ornament at Sunday school.

"...eventually do the right thing,

I don't think he wants to take a picture.

(whispers): Or one that looks just like it to fool the kids?

Well, I am not leaving here empty-handed.

Okay, first of all,

(gasps) 60 bucks to watch a fight?

No, no! Stay on the call.

Okay, interesting.

(clears throat) Good evening.

(quietly): Uh, hello?

I'd stopped allowing myself to hope.

Uh, goodbye, everybody.

isn't usually the most romantic word, but...

Hold still while I put your hat on.

There. Now we've all had a turn.

(HOMER HUMMING)

(sputters) Really?

(distorted, echoing): What's wrong with that dog...

-(whimpering) -Oh, no, no, not your fault.

-(thunder crashes) -(whimpering)

She is comfort. Hmm.

A woman can only scoop so much poop.

Hmm. He really likes you.

"but Santa's Little Helper is in crisis,

to take him away.

That dog better have a good explanation!