Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

We've just got to find a trace of Christmas spirit and goodwill somewhere.

Merry Christmas Tim

Uh... Oh, what's this?

We're not really going to do it, are we, Mrs. Claus?

...but whenever you look like you're not up to anything...

They opened their piggy banks and racked their brains.

...and stay home in bed this year.

The south is under the control of my stepbrother, Heat Miser.

- Great North Star, but I'm tired. - He said.

ALL: He's Mr. Icicle

Assistant Dialogue Editor Katherine Poirier ♪ And I say... ♪

There we go, girl.

- He did? - Of course, there has to be...

Just like love, I know he's there

Why, if Snow Miser doesn't freeze them just for the fun of it...

MRS. CLAUS: I've fantasized it a lot

SANTA: Just as I thought.

Of course not. It's none of our business.

If you had any sense, you'd give it up as a bad job...

...Santa needs some examples of the Christmas spirit...

Well, boys, what do you think?

I'm Mr. Heat Blister

MRS. CLAUS: And he slept through the day

Just for one day.

Well, heavens, I don't know. That would be up to your brother, not me.

I mean, we're not actually going to disturb her?

Merry Christmas!

And the animals too.

With a beard of white

...his devil of a brother will put the heat on them for sure.

Now, take it easy, girl.

MRS. CLAUS: Poor little Vixen, so frightened and sick in the dog pound.

Someone stood beside my bed

You heard the man. We've got to see Heat Miser.

And everything he does

How about calling Mrs. Santa Claus?

MRS. CLAUS: I must admit, I was more than a little nervous myself.

[WHISTLE BLOWS]

Hello! Merry Christmas!

...would make the mistake of flying right smack into Heat Miser's territory.

I told you he wouldn't cooperate.

Now, make sure you don't get lost.

- She'll take you. No problem. JANGLE: Yeah, but...

I won’t go back!! Me either!!

Scott cawthon: You are,the William afton?? William: nah,I am the owner of Walt Disney studios!!

Oh, ridiculous. Do I look like I'm up to something?

Hmm. They're really nice boys, Mrs. Claus.

At this time of the year, especially...

I almost forgot. They were chasing the dogcatcher's truck.

Waiting to be missed

MRS. CLAUS: Santa got up that morning late...

Good idea. Why didn't I think of that?