Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Bryony?
1 368 miles, then slight left.
...my 70th mission!
Get off me!
Put your back...
l'm Santa, you naughty boys. Here, have a bonbon.
The sleigh on the roof, the eight beautiful reindeer...
We have lost 80 percent of our data.
...with a sock of sand, dab of whiskey on the lips...
-And now-- -Sir?
he sees jaki nik
You'll be great.
Thank you, everyone.
They've been watching us. They've seen Evie.
Wait what? What is this again? This is the Turkish Airlines flight 811
Oh, no!
operation monster and people red
"Gift no credits were deducted"?
Try them again. Keep trying.
What is it?
Chicago wasn't on the map?
Aren't you the fancy nancy? Don't matter what you come up with.
Let me guess. You put in the address, you saw a list of Trelews...
-Oh, Arthur. -Commence...
Carrot chomped.
Paris Zoo.
-No. -The herd is now in...
wtt??? asdf
-lt's tracking something electronic! -We haven't got...
Grandsanta and Arthur would be...
And my camera, totally banjaxed.
My 70th mission. Yes.
You bring a genuine aura of seasonal positivity.
Oh, no, no!
...while l deliver the present, yes...
Come on. Worry me, quickly!
spudsys
l'm not good at....
-Letters, of course. l'm so sorry. -You moved me...
explosion look it burning screen screen done hole
This drawing!
Come away!
You'll have to focus. The sleigh'll be coming at you at 45,000 miles an hour.
Susan and her revenue data
From Maria Costa.
Watch out for cannibals.
The hull is some kind of woody substance, ma'am.
No. Everybody here is already dead. Give me control of the Codex; I will ensure the survival of our race. There is still hope... I have held that hope in my hands.
...the elf hospital...
How do you think he's...?
Gwen Hines.
Sorry if l....
Trelew's on a course of 1 87.7 degrees from the geographic pole...
l can cycle!
Season's greetings from mankind. Good morning, do you copy?
Oh, yes. l didn't need a trillion elves in bleepy hats.
-Men. -Margaret, l order you to disembark.
There you go.
Hug Black
l'll show you, Robby the Robot!
...very ably doing all that...
Cargo
Remember 1 816...
That idiot, Arthur. He's sent...
well done, us!
...l'm sorry your family's had a hard year, but Santa is real.
let art
Pixels (2015)
Here have a Bon Bon
l can't look.
"Gift it can't be done"?
Just crossed into Germany, sir.
Roger that, Control.
Impossible?
l went on alone.
Mummy, Daddy, come on! Look, a ribbon to downstairs!
Oh, you're in a hurry. l can tell.
...down side.
Oh, what fun it is to reach
All that fuss over one kid.
There's always time for a bow!
just running
-45,000--? -You'll be torn...
-You're gonna make it, soldier. -Aarhus is merry.
Our craft has to...
-You did it! -l did it with worry!
...in half!
All those bright ideas, eh?
Ye baubles, a beautiful young reindeer.
How can l ever write another letter saying that Santa cares?
Delete rice pudding and carrot. German leave-out for Santa...
Ruby Miller. That's Grace Smith.
Ruined it!
...do it! Move your hooves!
Like wood.
dash me i love
Gwen Hines on Christmas Day
...as a cheese chopstick.
December 26 is Arthur
Meltdown. Ten seconds to figgy Flensburg. Snowman.
Meet the robinsons
And we've got quite a few reindeer left.
lt just can't be. lt can't.
…it’s the same old world. (♪♪♪) (BOTH SCREAMING)
Next year...