Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'm gonna rewrap this bat for, um, Johnny.

wild dogs and gas stations without pumps.

Um, who else isn't real, hmm?

MOMMY NOOOOOOO YOURE DEAD NOW I WILL KILL MYSELF BECAUSE ALL THATS LEFT IS MY ABUSIVE DAD AND I HATE MYSELF BECAUSE IM A WHORISH WHORE WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA GOODBYE WORLD rip kid 2016-2022

We're here. We're at the North Pole.

Year after year.

Very sick. And he needs our help.

and we have to deliver to the whole rest of the world!

♪ Now they're on crack, and it feels like Iraq ♪

The workload of filling our Christmas lists

In and out of this house and onto the next one.

Doctor, you've got to do something for him.

- Why not? - Because there's no such...

♪ Can't you see that ♪

I don't (bleep) know.

I could have been killed!

under their Christmas trees.

First of all, we're not even Santa anymore.

is that this man is sick.

and we're kind of on our way to the North Pole.

♪ I want a Blu-Ray of The Wiz. ♪

♪ And while you think it's swell we are toiling in Hell. ♪

Did you just eat that whole cookie off the mantel?

Maybe you should put that back.

take a few pictures of me and Santa,

No. No, we didn't fail Santa.

Yeah, yeah. And I want a Charles in Charge lunch box

I am so excited to see Santa Claus.

Good! Then I'll keep it up!

Yeah, but you're not supposed to eat all of it.

♪ as the holiday feeling was filling us. ♪

♪ We have something else called Gishgemfloofneer! ♪

One Christmas gift a year for each one of us.

Hey, wait... Wait, buddy, buddy,

Yeah, that's what I said... AA, eh?

Yo, yo, what's up, y'alls?

Well, I can probably take you to a gas station, eh?

Maybe, but there is one thing we can do.

Oh, my God, we're in the wrong house.

Glenn? Glenn Quagmire?

You're coming in too fast! Look out!

I'm sure we can work... something... out.

a nocturnal breast-feeding from Lois,

I'm gonna make a sandwich, get some chips or something.

Joe, did you get any Christmas presents?!

That's why you broke in through the window.

♪ But now instead all we're feeling is dread ♪

Christmas is doomed.

Oh, I got a flock of birds

♪ That's all I really want for Christmas this year! ♪

'cause it'd be really soft,