Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I just wanted to say…

Tad! I'm getting beaten back here!

Finally, at last, someone with authority.

-Hey, what's going on? -Oh, hi. The drawer was stuck.

But would you do me a favor? Would you put in a good word with Santa for me?

Yeah, the hotel. I should get back…

Well, if that's a compliment…

I call it our memory book.

Where's your sense of adventure?

wanted a little private time together.

Oh! I brought you a pair of shoes too.

Horrible visual.

I don't think I've ever been more proud of you.

I did say I would try to convince you over the holidays.

You're beautiful.

…if you just give them a little help.

I'll never forget it.

Okay. What do I say?

-Everybody seems to be having a good time. -Yes. Now here's your chance. Go.

-I'm engaged? -Yeah.

Okay, I'll check it out.

I just found out the North Star is sold out for the rest of the season.

I really don't know what to say. Gosh.

that Summit Springs could show him how much he means to us.

You know what? Why don't we go to the Christmas Market downtown?

So, everything's ready for tonight?

Oh, Tad, help me! I need to make my own mark in the world.

All right. Printing.

Let's go, Balthazar! Good boy!

I need all the help I can get.

"Sierra, can't wait to take you away."

Not in so many words, no.

-And anything else he may need today. -Of course.

So how long have you two been seeing each other now?

Are you sure? Maybe she made the bed?

Rides like the wind.

Well, yes, but she and Mr. Fairchild went skiing the other day,

After my nightmarish ordeal, that would be the nectar of the gods.

But I bumped my head on the way over here,

-What's wrong with this thing?

Look at this mess!

Things that I didn't ever think I was ever going to feel again.

-Tad? -Looks like the weather's changing.

Tad, I told you a place in the lobby. Where are you?

My name is Jake. I'm the owner of the--

-Oh! -Sierra Belmont…

Uh, more or less, yeah.

how our little family lodge has touched other people's lives.

and he geotagged this secluded spot.

It's late, and no one's here yet.

-Hi. Can we drop our toys here?

Merry Christmas.

And I see you've met my daughter, Avy…

and let's be honest, I'm pretty hard to miss.

Yeah. Yeah. Easy with the finger.

And I love you for it, and I'll always be your daughter.

Nice, hot bath, maybe some champagne to help clear your head.

Let's go live now to the press conference.

You take such good care of all of us.

Hi. Hey. Uh, I'm Jake Russell. I own the--

Yep, dinner's ready.

Anyway, that's nothing for you to worry about.

Ralph! Have you considered starting a survival blog?

I take it things didn't go well?

I follow one of the top off-trail skiers in the country,

-Happy you're here, Jake. -It's good to see you, Mr. Belmont.

What are these muffins?

If I need anything, I'll text you.

Let's make it official, shall we?

What do you mean who I am?

So, did he bite?

Well, the thing is, the North Star, uh…

You can do this.

-But where? -Don't touch me.

Come on. We don't wanna miss the tree-lighting.

I know who I am.

Maybe we should test it out?

And I think it might have been my mother.

Welcome, everyone, to our annual Christmas tree-lighting ceremony.

Hey! Where you guys going?

You took my son under your wing and taught him to ski.

Good luck to you.