Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

MOM, DAD & SANTA: Just like love, I know he's there

A secret mission. I should have guessed.

MRS. CLAUS: Your brother agreed to let it snow in the south.

(chorus singing)

But dreams until they all come true?

I'd rather have it 80, 90, 100 degrees

- He should be able to help. - Hey, good idea, Dad.

Too much, ha, ha

Why, he's the best advertisement snow biz ever had.

JINGLE & JANGLE: Mother Nature.

I hope I'm not too late.

Get them. Get them, get them!

DAD & SANTA: Waiting to be missed

...of Christmas spirit left over from last year.

He's Mr. Heat Blister

In the meantime, will you do us a favor?

As far as they knew, Vixen was still in the pound...

What do you call that thing anyway?

We're going right to the top, lggie, my boy.

MRS. CLAUS: Boys, boys. Now, please, don't fight.

MRS. CLAUS: He said at last.

♪ You can flyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy! ♪

ALL: He's Mr. White Christmas

By the way, when my friends left the schoolyard...

Uh, tiny little fellas. Uh, red suits.

I know what! We'll make her a disguise. Take your socks off.

And this is what he said:

Yes, dear, I'll be home early.

You're kidding. You shouldn't dare. You wouldn't dare. You weren't going to dare. You're kidding. You shouldn't dare. You wouldn't dare. You weren't going to dare.

WOMAN: Take that! There! Go get them!

If I can't have a little fun, I might as well leave.

When you've got a big problem, son, it often pays to go right to the top man.

Sure. My name's Ignatius Thistlewhite. Everybody calls me lggie.

GIRL [SINGING]: I'll have a blue Christmas

Till one Christmas night

As I see it, Santa doesn't want to go because nobody cares, right?

I could be Santa Claus

Now I can stay home and look after my cold.

He's Mr. Ten Below

Yes Mother Dear

A secret mission.

How can I ever thank you?

Now, pile all those toys inside. There's no time to waste.

Yes, and these all say the same.

And he could sing the praises of heat and rain.

Don't let them get through. Singe their britches for them.

Plagg: that's our little doggy, Rover~

As the hours ticked away

The worst we've ever had

The worst we've ever had

fallenchungus gets his ass struck by lightning

SANTA: I'm sure they won't miss me

I wonder where we are now.

Christmas presents for Santa Claus. Can you imagine that?