Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

kind of recreate the reading for us tonight, okay?
Um, keep the change. Happy holidays.
♪ ♪
I only know what she knows.
-Oh... -Oh. -(winces)
How did you two choose who was gonna go to what?
♪ Sometimes ♪
Our oldest is doing a play at City Hall Plaza.
Did you go around and see what life
-You said "refinery." -No. What?
I'm, um, I'm the substitute music teacher. (chuckles)
-What do we do? Can we do something? -I don't know.
You're, uh, you're taking me to the library, right?
Frog
-I will die. -Aah, this is a nightmare.
Who Picks Up the Reindeer Poop? is an actual poem.
this way. I was focusing on Santa,
Uh, I'm not at the library yet.
If you tried to stay, I'd say, "Go on, get,"
TINA: Maybe they're livestreaming it? Probably not.
You're looking at him. Great, great, great.
Parents, take your seats. No one panic.
Oh, my God, I'm blanking. What's the street?
-can inspire great journeys. -can inspire great journeys.
Or possibly never again. Hard to tell from that look.
-A star's light can bring hope, -A star's light can bring hope,
and then pick her up on your way back.
-Yes, yes! -Yay!
Is that it?
I sit back and get my present unwrapped,
Oh, my God, we're going the wrong way.
I'm a star. Like, an actual star in-in the sky.
if I ever wanted to "work in this town again."
♪ Around the tree ♪
-To the what? -Where are we?
Wait, that's it.
The word "poop" on the wall
Could you, like, slip out, and take, a-a cab to the library