Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

♪ Can't you see that ♪

Oh, I got a flock of birds

take a few pictures of me and Santa,

♪ That's all I really want for Christmas this year! ♪

Joe, did you get any Christmas presents?!

You're coming in too fast! Look out!

In and out of this house and onto the next one.

The workload of filling our Christmas lists

- Why not? - Because there's no such...

Doctor, you've got to do something for him.

Maybe, but there is one thing we can do.

MOMMY NOOOOOOO YOURE DEAD NOW I WILL KILL MYSELF BECAUSE ALL THATS LEFT IS MY ABUSIVE DAD AND I HATE MYSELF BECAUSE IM A WHORISH WHORE WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA GOODBYE WORLD rip kid 2016-2022

'cause it'd be really soft,

♪ I want a Blu-Ray of The Wiz. ♪

Good! Then I'll keep it up!

♪ But now instead all we're feeling is dread ♪

Yeah, yeah. And I want a Charles in Charge lunch box

Glenn? Glenn Quagmire?

and we have to deliver to the whole rest of the world!

Very sick. And he needs our help.

wild dogs and gas stations without pumps.

a nocturnal breast-feeding from Lois,

I'm gonna rewrap this bat for, um, Johnny.

Maybe you should put that back.

Well, I can probably take you to a gas station, eh?

♪ Now they're on crack, and it feels like Iraq ♪

Hey, wait... Wait, buddy, buddy,

One Christmas gift a year for each one of us.

Yeah, but you're not supposed to eat all of it.

♪ We have something else called Gishgemfloofneer! ♪

Did you just eat that whole cookie off the mantel?

♪ as the holiday feeling was filling us. ♪

and we're kind of on our way to the North Pole.

under their Christmas trees.

I don't (bleep) know.

I'm gonna make a sandwich, get some chips or something.

I am so excited to see Santa Claus.

I could have been killed!

Year after year.

No. No, we didn't fail Santa.

is that this man is sick.

Um, who else isn't real, hmm?

I'm sure we can work... something... out.

That's why you broke in through the window.

Yeah, that's what I said... AA, eh?

♪ And while you think it's swell we are toiling in Hell. ♪

We're here. We're at the North Pole.

Yo, yo, what's up, y'alls?

First of all, we're not even Santa anymore.

Christmas is doomed.

Oh, my God, we're in the wrong house.