Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- I have kids. - Kids?
isn't half as good as her gift for me.
My favorite frozen yogurt topping,
Aw, Mike, you're doing it. Like Santa.
And then you'll deliver it?
Postal clerk. Just for the holidays.
my cell phone's not working now.
- I love you very much. - No, you don't!
Hey, Donna. What's up?
No. I'm, uh, really going.
♪ To add... already rushed ♪
- Linda Belcher. - Aah!
Are you undercover mail people?
Finally!
and made off with a Priority Express parcel.
- We're hard of hearing. - Huh?
Linda, boys, dinner's ready.
- You know? - We open them tomorrow,
she was doing some eyebrow modeling abroad?
- Already? - Yeah.
with that totally normal looking Santa doll?
Aw, she called me "mommy."
- Will you root through the garbage for me? - Uh, yeah.
I want to do this for you.
- Dear Lord. Not Priority Express. - Uh-huh. You vouched for her.
Okay, here goes Christmas.
Oh, gotcha, you rascal.
He came in just as we were closing.
I can't fail the mail.
Ugh! Again with the ottoman?
If you ask me, though,
You mean help them work it out?
- Uh-oh. - Crap.
Mom's home.