Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Tommy!
Yeah, I just...
Well, I'm not sharing my room with girls who pee standing up.
Love you. One hour.
Lucinda!
Aren't we still gonna watch Charlie Brown and wrap Christmas presents like always?
She always gets a little weird around Christmas.
What I wouldn't give for a little Bing Crosby right about now.
- Yep. - All righty.
No.
- Hey, you guys. - Oh, God.
Whoever did this is a demented son of a bitch.
First I thought it was a gang thing.
What kind of goat walks on its hind legs?
We can all pile in the truck and we'll just see as far as we can get and...
Yeah, terrorists. Maybe traded their suicide vests for rabid snow dogs?
Because that's what a family is, Max.
- Where do you think you're going? - To find them. I don't like this.
I don't get it. Every year it gets worse.
He and his helpers.
Max, get the first aid kit! Sarah, lock the door!
Last Word: Twisted fairy-tale horseshoe!
Okay.
You know, cranky, bored, sick of the snow.
Omi?
what did you see up there?
Hold on!
- Where did it go? Oh, my God. - I don't know!
about everything you've worked so hard on.
Oh, come on.
Oh, lay off of him. Kid deserves a prize just for telling the truth.
Well, a shepherd's got to protect his flock.
All right, wait here.
She says hot chocolate makes everything better.
Rosie.
- We left the door open. Sorry about that. - We're such a mess, honestly.
- Wow! - You're welcome.
- Beth! - Tommy!
Go, go, go! Keep moving.
- All right. - Merry Christmas.
Shattered both his legs.
- Yeah, okay. - Well, you were wrong.
Something... something's biting me!
Good.
Somebody help me!
Whoever the hell's messing with us took my boy and your daughter,
Do you think they took Howie 'cause of the time he painted the cats?
This dog didn't keep you guys up? She likes to bark at night.
What could that possibly be?
on miracles and on each other.
Please.
Mom. Mom, will you please go into the kitchen and help with the kids?
I'm more worried about when they come back. We need to make a break for it.
Shoot it, Tom! Shoot it! For God's sake, shoot it!
See? A little sugar and a little spice...
Everything's gonna be okay.
Thank you.
Jordan, Stevie, why don't you tell your Aunt Sarah about your presidential fitness award?