Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Okay. Um, thank you. Merry Christmas.

When I tried to jump out,

♪ Hallelujah, hallelujah ♪

And it's all because of us; well, me, temporarily.

- I'm losing you, Mike. - Do not do this, Linda.

L-Linda, don't do it.

You okay, Grandpa?

I have to go to the bathroom

- I need you to handle it. - With care.

Ottoman, ottoman, ottoman!

- Uh... - Bob, you be the judge.

Linda, boys, dinner's ready.

- Gah... This is bad. This is very bad. - Wait. Why?

It could be anything in there; it could be human poop.

Hi, sweetie. How are things?

Like one of those goats looking at little baby Jesus.

He makes a big deal out of seeing my parents,

Hello! Can somebody let us in?

and is delivering it herself.

I bet that would be really fun.

Need something to drink?

Also, you're a sorting clerk?

this is the best place to be on Christmas Eve.

- No. - Promise?

What? People send poop in the mail?

Sorry, sorry. Got to stay strong.

- Damn. - Cold-hearted.

Actually, yeah.

We get to play Santa. We spread cheer.

I was gonna hide in the flip-up ottoman

Question: on the way back,

Fine. Hurry, please.

- He's real. - And he's spectacular.

Much like you, m'boy.

Right. Um, why?