Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

and keep the mittens where I can see them.
And you can't be mad at him forever, Charlie.
- What business? - It's none of your business.
(RAP SONG PLAYING)
Like you got a very good night's sleep.
Look at that. The snow globe!
There's a lot of rules they're not following.
- Can you talk to him? - I don't think so, Lucy.
TOY SANTA: You idiot! Wait a minute, something's shocking me.
- (CHET MAKES BUGLE SOUND) - Whoo!
How do you always know when there's a problem?
He’s a imposter
Frozen except us
Did you send someone to...
Tooth Fairy, I want to thank you. I'll never forget this.
(EXCLAIMS)
(BOLT TIGHTENING)
- Good morning. - Good morning
Before you go, I want you to know that nobody,
You've lost weight. Feeling all right?
Should I put it under my pillow?
Well, you know, Danielle, I may not come out of this alive.
(SHOUTS) Put up a tree! Sports on TV!
Mr. Picardo, I want you to look into my eyes. What do you see?
(BOTH GASP)
- There. Merry Christmas. - Rock 'Em Sock 'Em Robots!
All right. Well, Mrs. Claus, you might want to get some rest.
Wait a minute. I got a joke. This'll cheer you up.
- I'm pretty nervous. - Oh. Are you? (LAUGHS)
Now, how about this? The Molarnator.
Kids get so nutty this time of year.
farts
Is that Blitzen? Looks like Prancer.
- Tell me about it. - You too, huh? Girl trouble?
Look, you can't get much better than that.
You and me both, pal. Okay. Let's just get it over with.
Let's just say I'm not bookin' a church yet.
I owe you one.
Well, most of them live in Finland. I can't pronounce their names.
BUT FIRST, I'M GONNA BLITZ. READY, SET, Feature freeze!
Mr. Picardo, I want you to look into my eyes. What do you see? It's dark. And it's cold.
We work together in Buffalo. So, we're gonna talk business.
Carol, happy, happy Christmas!
What the heck are we doin' out here?
- Is he dating her? - No.
What are we gonna do now, smarty-pants?
And you don't even tell me about it.
What are we going to do? We are worried...
'Cause as of late, some of the elves have been acting a bit impish.
- I'm gettin' somethin' on the sonar! - MAN: What is it?
"Brush your teeth!" "Pick up those clothes!"
Honey, I'm home!
The de-santa-fication process has begun!
(ALL YELLING)
What do you people want? I only carry $20 in change.
(COMET GRUMBLES)
- Thank you for everything. - No. Thank you.
Two for the Road. Audrey Hepburn, Albert Finney.
- Marie? - Here!
I don't know. He's so happy right now.
- What? Talk to me. - I don't live a normal life.
How about a nice chocolatey cocoa?
- You were great. - Sounds like you were, too.
SANTA: Ow! Ow!
And so it begins.
- I exist. - That's not funny.
What? Well, what... You know what?
So, I'm so glad we finally got to do this.
So am I. Charlie, we're all worried about you.
You're in the spotlight. Get bigger with it.
I'm Santa Claus.
Uh-oh.
- Are you with us? - I'm sorry, yes. Yes, I am.
Yeah. What are you supposed to be?
Christmas Day
- LUCY: Hi, Mom! - Lucy!
Didn't like driving 'em in the rain.
That's a pretty serious commitment issue, isn't it?
Merry Christmas!
(LAUGHS)
- What now? - It's just gone.
Oh, Charlie.
And then clean off every mark off every locker in this hallway.
Help
I'm off. I may need to borrow a car.
Go to your homes. Pelt the ones you love.
(GRUNTS)
It says I'm supposed to check it twice.
I've been traveling for work.
Come here! Stop! Slow down when I'm talking to you!
Okay, you win!
All right. Next item on the agenda. Santa? Status report.
(AIRPLANE SOARING)
(GROANS)
(TOYS SQUEAKING)
There she is. Katie. Jerry.
I know how hard this is to believe, but connect the dots.
Okay.
See? Okay. It's not so bad so far.
- Is that okay? - Yeah.
Comet, please just chill out a little bit, okay?
I hurt the woman I love.
There's many things. Look here...
Ow!
- And then I wanted to kiss her. - (GASPS)
Wow! Nice fall.
This place...
What happened? Was I asleep again?
Yeah.
Sydney!!
Man!
"I'm not gonna stop this car!" "No, we're not there yet!"
Huh?
That'll be able to leave a mark. Ooh. That'll be able to leave a mark. Ooh.
- What? - I check the list twice.
- Because they stunk. - Today, I'd like to submit
Fire!
- (BOTH SHRIEKING) - Whoa!
You know the stories. If you read...
Fill up a stocking
It's very heavy, very heavy.
(PLASTICKY SQUEAKING)
- Your beard is shorter! Right? - ALL: You're right!