Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

...and you allow just one nice spring day at the North Pole.

A real reindeer. How do you like that?

Green Fish EDIT Green Fish is a fictional character.

JINGLE: Reindeer-napper! JANGLE: You come back here!

What do you see?

And the cowboy suits?

Not yet Christmas, but past Thanksgiving, though I can't give you the very date.

I've gotta get her home.

That's under 60 degrees

Ha. Well, not in the last hundred years. Uh...

Stop it, stop it!

Uh, can you spare a moment?

What are you up to, Ma?

But what is it?

I could be Santa

MRS. CLAUS: Of course I never dreamed that little Vixen...

If you're not here with me

A snowball in Southtown? What kind of chance is that?

I thought there was something different about that man.

JINGLE: That's our little puppy dog, Rover.

Thanks to me, Vixen and Jingle and Jangle were headed right between the two.

[SINGING] Who would know the difference If Santa Claus was me?

Two of you are elves... Two of you are elves...

(Yelling Painfully)

That's kid's stuff. Isn't it?

I'll make sure they only see me From the back

That looks like as good a place as any to find some Christmas spirit.

You say my friends were asking you about Christmas?

You know yourself, as you hang your stockings...

He's the nicest person in the whole world.

Well, if I get his okay, will you make it snow?

BOY: The dogcatcher's got your pooch!

Green Fish EDIT Green Fish is a fictional character. ♪ You can fly! ♪

MRS. CLAUS: Have you been told?

How can we find any goodwill if we can't even find any people?

Right down Santa Claus Lane

What about all that Christmas spirit and goodwill?

I'm gonna take care of you first.

Besides, I'm due for a holiday.

But we are elves. We're serious. How can we convince you?

Look, stop by with your hubby sometime and we'll have a blizzard.

You're kidding. You shouldn't dare. You wouldn't dare. You weren't going to dare.

Why, of course I do.

I do hope Santa enjoys his holiday.

...everybody's jumpy as a leapfrog.

SANTA [OVER PHONE]: Warn the people, tell the papers.

Consarn it, Ma. What's going on?

Aches in my fingers and all 10 toes.

SNOW MISER: Friends call me Snow Miser

Oh, come now. You know Santa isn't on your brother's payroll.

They got away! THEY GOT AWAY!

...right here in Southtown, and I'll buy every word you say.

Oh, by the way, merry Christmas to you.

Assistant Dialogue Editors HAYDEN WHITING KATHERINE POIRIER ♪ You can fly! ♪

JANGLE: Stop! Thief!