Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Uh... yeah. - Aw, thanks, Mike.

- Nephew Kracker? - No. Maybe.

Mm-hmm. Yep. Yep.

And we got to get back before Grandma says anything

Sorry, T, we wanted to get you something better.

Aw. I'm so sorry, sweetie.

Scratch my butt, that feels good.

- like Mom come in and sort the mail. - Why not?

Andie MacDowell, probably.

I could call your superior.

- to another town pop-out. - Yes!

How soon is soon, Linda?

We have mail carrier-mail sorter confidentiality.

Don't worry, Bob, I'll keep the one you always stink up.

Uh, ri... oh, right.

But workmen were there.

I'll bet they're gonna say I grew.

Uh, o-one more time, people.

Ugh. How many times do I have to say it, people?

We'd even have time to stop at the store real quick?

Ah, different reasons.

Linda, it's Mike.

Aw, eating a tin can, looking at Jesus.

♪ And a partridge in a pantry. ♪

I do and I'm gonna be home soon and it'll be

He won't notice one little bitty missing package, right?

The package, it's for Christmas delivery?

- That was the truck? - Mm-hmm.

Now that I have your attention.

What's Santa gonna think?

Eh, technically, biologically.

So you guys are here early.

Hey, look, it's okay.

Ugh. Not even Tina's journal can help us find a gift for Tina.

I felt like a large elf.

- That bad, huh? - No. Good.

I took a package, don't know what I'm gonna do.

All right, if I come out,

Keep your mouth shut, Santa. I'm doing this for you.

The guy at the plant had enough going on.

Big night, huh, Dad?

but it was too far from the vending hole?

Gene and I are gonna go with Mom.