Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Okay. All right. Now it's my turn.

-You're talking about Sexy Christmas. -Maybe.

♪ I'll give it to someone special ♪

You pooped your pants? Roy Kent?

-No, that's okay. I get it. -[Henry] Nice!

-Holy fucking shit. You look incredible. -[giggles]

To the family we're born with and to the family we make along the way.

I just wanna thank you all for coming.

Just my antihistamines.

Let's go, let's go, let's go!

-♪ Oh, oh ♪ -[backup singers] ♪ Christmas ♪

Well, I lost him to an overpriced guilt gift.

-But we'll have fun together, yeah? -[Phoebe] Please just leave me alone.

But as elves we've been personally directed by Mr. and Mrs. Claus

and we sip on martinis, sit by the fire.

Thank you so much. This will only take a second.

Run, run, run, run, run!

[Michelle chuckling] Oh, you lost him.

The email said "Secret Santa." I didn't wanna ruin the surprise, did I?

Heck yeah! Yeah, it's no fun just keeping it in the box.

I could run right back upstairs

Quick, quick, quick, quick!

"Ted, thank you for everything you've done for me. Nathan."

-Bye! -Come on.

-[all] Ooh! -A swinging Sinatra,

What have you got to be sad about? Did one of the Paw Patrol dogs die?

This is by far the most people we've ever had.

Phoebe, whatever it is, we just wanna try and make it better.

Well, congratulations, Phoebe. That is some spectacularly bad breath.

All right, your turn. Come on. Open up the big one.

-Merry Christmas. -Merry Christmas.

Well, you see what happened was Rudolph's nose shined so brightly

Phoebe, I'm sorry you can't spend Christmas with your mum.

[all chanting] Rip it, rip it, rip it, rip it!

he wants us to open presents and spend all day together on FaceTime.