Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

It's got four noses. Hmm?

- You don't know Frías?

- Yeah, yeah we did. Come on!

and my daughter wanted to spend Christmas here

- Oh, it's okay. - Sorry.

- Violet, Sam, this is Luna.

Hanna, what do you say?

- Directions to the Christmas dance party tonight.

What about tonight?

Oh, there's a map.

- The--no. No, no, no.

- Yeah. - Let's go.

- Aw, you okay, Sammy boy?

- Okay. - [indistinct]

And I don't know how I could tell that.

I think you need it more than I do.

but here I am, you know, 'cause love.

I have no idea how to even approach that conversation,

I mean, it itches a little, but...

can--can I--can I go?

- No, actually black mold does kill.

- That'd be fun.

Hey! Drop the phone!

- I guess we try to find the board, right?

Watch out, watch out!

and I--that's not--I don't wanna seem fixated on that.

- Okay. - Yellow room.

I--I--I--I got this. Right?

Glad you're here. - Thanks for having us.

- Welcome, Baltasar!

- Your hair's big. - Oh.

Kind of thought you liked dicks.

* You make my body swing *

Don't feel pressured to agree with Jan or Sam.

- Get over here. - Sorry, Dad.