Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Big‐Gulp‐guzzling bumpkins.
Oh, I can't believe Mom gave her my room.
We're trapped.
monster‐truck‐driving,
- BOTH: Hmm. - Oh! (grunts)
Let's just... move on.
No more girlie stuff. Lights out.
I'm really gonna miss you all.
She's gonna shed girl particles all over it.
Well, I'm very passionate about telling stories
No, don't go.
Well, well,
to that big developer who wants to turn it into condos.
Were you gonna move here?
of our entire Homemaker Mysteries division?
I'm setting up the town's annual Lettuce and Tomato Festival.
God, you're handy.
Welcome to your Airbnb!
The gazebos look great.
a very aggressive beaver population.
It's a miracle!
because everything always works out,
We're trying to shoot a movie here.
! Ay, caramba!
I don't know what happened in that gazebo,
(glass shatters)
Just wanted the Simpson and the car drooling Lisa Simpson sleeping
really thinks of you?
It had to be a Christmas movie.
Springfield's lucky to have someone like you
(sighs) It had to be a Christmas movie.
If you're not any of those things,
And when you got that figured out,
I actually don't eat bread.
Ta shit Boooooooo
Or dairy or whatever those are.
Then I get my room back.
(yawns)
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I'm getting dizzy just thinking about your poor decision‐making.
...the golden retriever Christmas sweater fashion show.
For me, Christmas is the least wonderful time of the year.