Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Box 350, Boston, Mass.
And a 10:00.
Nobody, and I mean nobody, calls me Santa.
Hmm. A conundrum.
Just tell me, please!
One is the gossip rag of the glitterati.
Give me a moment.
And a-one and a-two.
Hmm, that sounds like the ignition sequence
Cut out Bart's picture.
What's so funny?
"Norad."
The whole town is looking for you.
♪ Who fled ♪ ♪ from the mocking throng, O ♪
Shaq, can you help us?
You don't want to do this. You're losing it, Bob.
Okay, we'll split up and find Bart.
Well, at least you rented an SUV for this trip.
Hmm.
Quick, stick your head out the window!
If you're watching this tape, half the world is doomed.
- Bart? - Bart!
Also, you don't have a gun.
Happy birthd...!
I can pee by myself. It's easy.
Hello?
Lousy, no good...
should I kill these children?
it all comes down to mopping.