Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- The time loop. - Time loop?

So have they, and so have you.

Not this year. But I'm looking forward to Christmas dinner at your house tomorrow.

Your mother... Your mother's giving up on us.

If only there were more like him.

There's this... There's this guy, this creature.

- The bank covers us. We're fine, son. - Okay.

He's moving northeast and fast.

I can only think of one other person that works on Christmas Eve.

I mean, this whole second honeymoon was his idea.

- But I'm sure it's a loop. - A loop.

Since the games were beginning...

Don't say a word. I don't want to talk about it.

It's that moment just as I bust through the interdimensional vortex.

It's just the way you look at it, that's all. You view Christmas like it's a chore.

I wish he were here.

It's not exactly Pulitzer material.

I know, I know. As far as I can tell...

She didn't look like that earlier.

- Bedford Street Children's Home's on fire. - Hurry.

It's gonna be a great Christmas.

And each time it does, the people out there lose a little more hope.

I can't do it anymore, Jonathan. I can't constantly reassure you.

We lose our farm, our home.

...the first honeymoon was worse because he showed up for that one.

Oh, I understand.

World conquest. Tall order.

I can't say it forward.

Then you know that I'm a multi-billionaire. I own this high-rise.

Well, that's the holidays for you. Repetitive, hollow.

Your gratitude is enough.

Hey, Mom, Dad...

- Jonathan! - Dad!

...I don't mean to pressure you. I'm sorry.

Jimmy, I have it on good authority that she's not exactly herself today.

...and the railing must have just given way.

...but right this second...

- Why? - To get rid of hope.

Lois is learning how to just relax and enjoy the holidays.