Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I need that for cheerleading, you cretin.

-Am I right? -Yeah.

[whispers] Get it together.

This was just a huge misunderstanding.

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

He's very creative.

-[tires screech] -[both scream]

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

♪ Well it's Christmas time ♪

Maxwell Johan Mercer.

♪ Christmas time, so full of cheer ♪

Um, two days ago.

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

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

It's the most painful thing in the world.

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

[grunts, pants]

Nice try, Kevin. Nice try.

Well, I certainly hope so.

Yeah, yeah. We are doing this.

All of this happened in the last two hours?

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

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

No, he doesn't look like Frankenstein.

Hey, big news, Stu.

-Come here. -Oh, my God!

[Jeff] Take my hand.

-[TV blaring] -[children squealing]

Is this your residence?

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

We're freezing! [screams]

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

You'll never find me.

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

And a good night.

Your mum speaks a lot of sense.

All right, McKenzies. We have chummed the--

What the heck are you looking at?

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

Of course. That's all he eats.

Snowpocalypse is better.

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

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

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

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

-[Chris and Abby gasp] -No.

If we had known you were staying here by yourself,

[doorbell rings]

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

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

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

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

♪ The stars are brightly shining ♪

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

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

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

We have to get it back.

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

-Mm-hmm. -Mm-hmm.

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

[train whistles, sings]

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

[baby babbling, laughing]

Well, hello there.

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

Why are we standing still?

Get rid of the jelly belly.