Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Beer it is. - Phone's dead too.

Looks great, Mom.

And as he had for thousands of years,

Instead it was a much darker,

Friends, family,

- But I think I'm stuck here. - Come on.

- And you just let them go? - Was there another option?

- Hey! - Girls!

Remember we used to fight over who got to place her?

Merry Christmas, girls. Come on in.

stuck in a house with no hot water, no heat and no electricity.

plowed road, somewhere safe for the kids.

I just wanted Christmas to be like it used to be, but forget it. I hate Christmas!

- Will you two knock it off? - Howie, stop ringing the doorbell!

Howard, stay here.

- That's... that's great, Max. - But who built it?

Jordan! Stevie!

I'm getting Howie Junior into game shape.

- Mama, did someone take Beth? - Are they coming for us?

And that... screw you. Dad does not wish we were boys.

Knock it off! What about the kids? What are we gonna tell them?

Max! Max! No! No...

So, what did you ask Santa for this year?

- Like Uncle Howard? - Didn't wanna name names.

- We have to pair up and take turns... - We can't go back out there! You see this?

- Child? - Chrissy! Darn it!

we have to go pick up Beth, but Max and Sarah will take care of you while I'm gone.

I had to make sure you guys were safe. I had to get Howard...

Oh, hey, there he is. Hey, kiddo.

I know you can fix this.

Why do we have to put up with their crap just because we share DNA?

Okay. Well, mine's delicious.

Yeah, well, you know...

Sorry. Wasn't there another...

Okay. One hour.

- Okay. - Go to mama.

I could only listen as they dragged my family

and that's why she makes so much food that you can't pronounce.

Take me instead.

It's okay. I got you.

Max, we got to go. Max, we got to go. Max.

So maybe you can lend them a hand the rest of the year too.

Dad, do you really believe in all that?

Accidents all over the freeways and nothing but crazy talk radio for six hours.

- Stevie, stop. That's enough. - Wait, you're up first, Beth.

- Or food. - Well, there's plenty of leftovers, Howard.

Twisted fairy-tale horseshit!

And then we bring help back here. For Beth and Howie.

Why me? I never liked kids, even when I was one.