Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I said, come in. It's open.
In your pocket.
Well, sure, I had a couple of blasts.
If you mean the personification of the spirit of Christmas...
Production meetings, toy conventions, zip codes to update.
- What have we got here? - More unknowns I'm afraid, Your Honor.
- Harry. - Right.
Or he picked up the phone when we weren't looking...
- I got a little headache too. - Yeah.
Just tell us your full names and where you live, so we can contact your parents.
You look a little young to be getting married.
It's open. Come on in.
Climb on your knee and tell you what I want for Christmas?
...replacement.
- Selma, go ask Bull to bring the kids in. - Right.
He cares enough to take the time, to risk his health...
We thought we'd give you kids another chance...
You're a mythical kind of guy, Your Honor.
I want you to know that when it comes to fantasies, legends, myths...
- Well, then let's roll. - Okay. Bring the kids in.
It really is, because the important thing is that I believe in you.
- What's the charge? - Trespassing, Your Honor.
No, you hadn't gotten to that part yet.
- Yeah, well, nobody asked him. - Feels good, don't it?
- Well, there was this one kid... - Hey. Hey, Santa Claus.