Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

So please let us go
Oh, look!
-...data reservoirs of a trillion terabytes! -Sorry, autosave was off.
England.
elfffffffffffffffffffffff
We're not united. I know how to fly.
...kadoodle, young man?
What picture?
Press the red--
-Gift secured! -Just can't be.
l'm too young to die, Arthur.
"A glitch"? We've missed a child!
Aliens. Aliens from space.
Oh, yeah. Run away...
Merry Christmas.
lt don't say nothing about elves, soldier. Go, go, go!
So much for your brother's fancy-pants technology.
Pressure of Christmas sends a man doolally-tap.
-Did those matter? -What about my ones...
Poland. Do you know what they call...
My camera!
Christmas 1 923...
Put me down! You're seeing her own butt! Put me down! You're seeing her own butt!
We'll miss you, Santa!
gi
In 1 00 yards...
Dear Gwen, thank you for your letter...
Santa? Are you here?
...white ear. And you.
...to show me how it's really done?
GPS? Why didn't you say?
...they don't remember.
Santa is making a four legged snowman with the pillow for a head and the blanket for a cape!
l told you, you should've written to me.
Hey, steady!
horton hears a who
lt's stuck.
Bank angle bank angle bank angle bank angle bank angle bank angle bank angle bank angle bank angle bank angle 'BANK ANGLE' ALARM: 1 HOUR!!!
...then a number and some sort of percent at the end.
Dash! Dash!
Santa!
...but they're also dappled cretins with twigs on their heads.
All the Christmas fuss.
You'd be my Malcolm, dear.
This picture.
Who else leaves the door open, huh, sir?
But that'll ruin money.
Okay, so l'm not great with children.
And, yes, do believe in Santa.
-Santa's waving! -He's waving at me!
Don't leave me, Arthur!
We're scrapping the sleigh."
-...these beings do not appear friendly. -Rebooting.
Apologies for the minor delay.
And Arthur, yes, doing...
There!
Grandsanta...
lt must be so hard being Santa these days.
Arthur, Christmas is not a time for emotion.
So did l.
Mortadelo and Filemon
look AT all thise vaginaes. Dildo for you .
Oh, no.
Good morning, Gwen. Ho, ho, et cetera.
Well done, dear.
...surrounded by kids on new bikes, pointing:
-What's the matter, boy? -l'm having...
The other pieces are good too.
Used every Christmas night in history.
Hold still. Someone has to drive.
You've got to watch out for cannibals, lad
Denmark cleared.
-S-1 dented. -Sir. Sir!
That's a:
Great-great-grandchildren of the original eight.
familien robinson
All their technology against my Evie.
the friends fantasia little elves
Children...
Bryony?
Let's pick this up, people!
Arthur!
l'm sorry. So sorry. Dad!
Germany.
Hold on, Father.
Not S for Steve, sir.
"Christmas crackers. Sing 'Silent Night' backwards."
Coffee machine's by the door. Good night, Santa.
go hi disc over worlddddddddddddddddddd
The Santa who was seen. By everybody on Earth.
Globular warming.
...not some spaceship.
...44, 43....
You're hardly perfect.
We can still get there.
Follow ME !
That's not fury, this is and furry.
Always so busy.
Oi!
Bryony!
Just keep worrying about Gwen.
They got nothing?
requests for flight 180
What a night, sir.
sky baby
Polar Express airlines flight 180, are you a DC-10?
Hi. l'm looking for a missing relic.
...a toy! Well, it is...
feature presentation
-All right? -l'll never walk...