Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

It's the most painful thing in the world.

Well, hello there.

Okay, so, you go to this kid's house, because you think he stole the doll…

Today, it felt real, and I didn't like it.

So hot and so cold at the same time. [cries]

-[tires screech] -[both scream]

Is this your residence?

Um, two days ago.

I need that for cheerleading, you cretin.

♪ Christmas time, so full of cheer ♪

[whispers] Get it together.

-I like it. I actually like it. -Mum.

-Hey. What are you doing-- -Doing here?

Maxwell Johan Mercer.

-Am I right? -Yeah.

I thought it would be, and for about an hour, it was.

N-No, y-you steer into a skid.

If we had known you were staying here by yourself,

He's very creative.

Of course. That's all he eats.

Why are we standing still?

-[Max] Mum, please. -[Katie] He looks like a politician.

Get rid of the jelly belly.

[male dispatcher] Are, uh, you sure about that?

[Jeff] Take my hand.

'cause if those are load-baring walls and you knock one down,

[chuckles] I mean, come on. Look at that.

Hey, big news, Stu.

-[grunts] -Darling, home. Car. Now. Come on.

♪ Well it's Christmas time ♪

-Mm-hmm. -Mm-hmm.

-[sighs] -[Carol] Pizza! Lovely.

[train whistles, sings]

-Come here. -Oh, my God!

Your mum speaks a lot of sense.

And a good night.

-[gun cocks] -I'm not playing around, lady.

[chuckles] Yeah. I mean, well, I probably--

We flew in early to get ahead of snowpocalypse or whatever.

All right, McKenzies. We have chummed the--

-[Chris and Abby gasp] -No.

We're freezing! [screams]

-Mum. -The computer won't let you?

-[TV blaring] -[children squealing]

Yeah, yeah. We are doing this.

And then it ended up going for about $5,000.

That's too high! I'm too high.

This was just a huge misunderstanding.

[whimpers] He's not. He-- He shot me with several pool balls tonight.

Please, just calm down, and we can talk about this rationally.

Well, I certainly hope so.

♪ The stars are brightly shining ♪

-Great idea. -[Carol] I'll leave Grammy with you.

-It's cute. It's super cute. -[crying continues]

Nice try, Kevin. Nice try.

We have to get it back.

Ho! Ho! Ho! How are you, little boy?

You'll never find me.

[baby babbling, laughing]

All of this happened in the last two hours?

What the heck are you looking at?

[doorbell rings]

[grunts, pants]

Snowpocalypse is better.

with that $200,000 ugly little boy in his sack.

No, he doesn't look like Frankenstein.

It's just entering, Pam. We have the key.