Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You're, uh, you're taking me to the library, right?

I sit back and get my present unwrapped,

TINA: Maybe they're livestreaming it? Probably not.

-What do we do? Can we do something? -I don't know.

-You said "refinery." -No. What?

Oh, my God, we're going the wrong way.

I'm a star. Like, an actual star in-in the sky.

I only know what she knows.

Parents, take your seats. No one panic.

-can inspire great journeys. -can inspire great journeys.

this way. I was focusing on Santa,

You're looking at him. Great, great, great.

♪ Sometimes ♪

if I ever wanted to "work in this town again."

Who Picks Up the Reindeer Poop? is an actual poem.

If you tried to stay, I'd say, "Go on, get,"

Or possibly never again. Hard to tell from that look.

and then pick her up on your way back.

Could you, like, slip out, and take, a-a cab to the library

Oh, my God, I'm blanking. What's the street?

-To the what? -Where are we?

♪ Around the tree ♪

Our oldest is doing a play at City Hall Plaza.

-Oh... -Oh. -(winces)

-A star's light can bring hope, -A star's light can bring hope,

Did you go around and see what life

Wait, that's it.

I'm, um, I'm the substitute music teacher. (chuckles)

Uh, I'm not at the library yet.

How did you two choose who was gonna go to what?

-I will die. -Aah, this is a nightmare.

Um, keep the change. Happy holidays.

kind of recreate the reading for us tonight, okay?

-Yes, yes! -Yay!

The word "poop" on the wall