Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

but why... Why don't you just sit down,
Look, I'm here giving out free presents!
Get out of here, Brian.
Now they're just a sickly race of mutated genetic disasters.
I'll tell you who we are... The lucky ones.
All right, according to this map,
Hell, I... I didn't even think he existed until last night.
that were too tired to fly back north.
Oh, my God.
Aw, man.
Police Sergeant-Hey, who the hell are you?
Her family life is rough,
Ah.. Just some stupid stuff went down
You know what? I might even make a sandwich!
Put me out of my misery!
- Robert! - Well, it's true.
Where's Dan?
Sorry. I'm done.
♪ All these happy wishes and lots of Christmas cheer ♪
There's no presents under the tree!
Of all the malls in this great country of ours,
but I don't see how that matters here.
Look at my car!
♪ And with Santa's love there's nothing to fear. ♪
♪ Also Chutes and Ladders and a ball! ♪
We used to make wooden choo-choos and rag dolls.
I won't, Brian!
I thought you had them.
Brian, see if you can find some duct tape.
♪ wearing nothing but their socks ♪
Hi, I'm Ron MacFarlane, Seth MacFarlane's father.
What... What are you doing here?
♪ Platinum-plated silverware. ♪
Well, you know, if you had just taken me
Fox Movie Channel! 12 years old!
All right, Stewie, let's go get the sleigh ready.
Yeah. Don't touch that.
Very well, then. You're driving me. Let's go.
I'm calling the cops.
Oh, no, that's AAA. I just came from AA, eh?
Oh, my God, Stewie, you all right?
What the hell! Why isn't it moving?
to disappointment this morning
♪ Poo on you, it's not enough! ♪
Who's this little guy? Huh? Is this your nephew?
- I have a nail in my anus. - Oh.
♪ because Christmastime is killing us! ♪
I'm not leaving until Santa Claus is dead by my hand!
Screw that.
Don't worry, Santa.
And show some care, for God's sake.
do not let me convince you that I've changed my mind.
All right, look, let... Let's just go.
He's been bludgeoned by years of greed and avarice.
♪ till the thought of existence is chilling us. ♪
and ask for only one Christmas present every year,
I received a call about notarizing a document,
The way reality turned its back on Gary Busey.
Well, how the hell are we gonna get back inside?
You could spend the night there
Santa's got his work cut out for him.
I don't feel like it.
Nobody vomits at the North Pole!
I am sensing an eeyore footnote here.
Well, you know, you know why nothing works out for you, Brian?