Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You're doing it, son.
I got you that polar bear helmet
Let him go, Hayley.
We're what you might call Advanced drinkers.
Oh, no. No, no, no.
Go forth and brew my ancient elixir with these sacred jugs.
Come in after the "diddle-diddles."
I'm coming for you, yelllows!
"You were lucky this year, Smiths,
I'm what you might call an advanced drinker.
Snowman! Get him!
Oh. I wrote him a letter
Make sweet love
Got to be around here somewhere.
I killed him!
I got one, too.
We all know how mischievous little people are.
Mm-hmm. I'm gonna cook y'all a hell of a meal today.
He will never be okay, because he is-- say it with me--
dead.
Is he...? Dead?
My keys are right here.
Right. I am unorthodox.
I call it shineapple.
I'm all set with the beer, but I've got a random question.
darts, a Ping-Pong table, that puppy.
What you say is true, sir.