Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

There. Now we've all had a turn.

(distorted, echoing): What's wrong with that dog...

A woman can only scoop so much poop.

(whispers): Or one that looks just like it to fool the kids?

Hold still while I put your hat on.

(HOMER HUMMING)

(clears throat) Good evening.

"...eventually do the right thing,

"but Santa's Little Helper is in crisis,

-(thunder crashes) -(whimpering)

-(whimpering) -Oh, no, no, not your fault.

Mom, I made an ornament at Sunday school.

(gasps) 60 bucks to watch a fight?

Well, I am not leaving here empty-handed.

No, no! Stay on the call.

That dog better have a good explanation!

I'd stopped allowing myself to hope.

to take him away.

Hmm. He really likes you.

(quietly): Uh, hello?

I don't think he wants to take a picture.

She is comfort. Hmm.

Okay, interesting.

isn't usually the most romantic word, but...

the night we got Santa's Little Helper. Remember?

Okay, first of all,

Uh, goodbye, everybody.

(sputters) Really?