Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Go ahead, just send me $50,000 on top of the 5, okay?
OW! Aah!
- Okay. Night, Fred. - Good night.
...I end up staying over at my aunt's.
- Fred is really motivated. - You think?
How much are you actually feeding those elves?
Sometimes it hurts to grow. Hey, guy, you got a girl that kicks.
- Merry Christmas, Fred. - Nick, that is-- I really appreciate it, man.
What you're referring to in this conversation is the day after today?
Thank you, Willie.
Back to work.
...and usually these items were of a intangible nature.
Call me crazy, but my mom comes and visits me for the holidays every year.
And what about trouble?
Oh!
"Happy anniversary, I hope you choke on your meal"?
Yeah, I found you.
- I snore. I mean, people snore. - It is keeping him up all night...
Go 20 degrees past Dallas towards Lubbock.
Sixty seconds and counting for a landing, North Pole.
You're taking a bus back to Elfistan or wherever the hell you're from.
Go find a date. Maybe get lucky with an elf on the way out.
Willie, this is your big night. This is your big night, pal.
- Fred. Hey, terrific. Come on in, my friend. - How are you, Willie?
If you don't get out of the way of this sleigh in three seconds...
Bring your action down here. That's it. Give me that action.
You know what? I'm gonna give you a gift this year.
Come on, come on, come on, just a little bit.
- We're gonna be fine. - I know it, I know it.
Lithuania, everywhere in Africa, the whole thing!
How'd you get here? Did you steal a sled from some little kid?
- Oh. - That was nuts!
Why does he not cry?
Have some gravy, darling. The potatoes are awfully dry.
Oh, you're gonna love this. We have our very own DJ.
College playoffs, rose bowl, all of it
...that might be a little more familiar to you.
We'll start our descent to the North Pole.
Get your blood pumping.
- Yes. - You got nothing better to do?
Okay, this is very serious to us.
Stephen, easy, easy. All right. Stephen, easy.
Do you see? It's over. Congratulations, Fred.
Do you gotta go over the couch? With the feet.
Ohm.
Take a left! Take a left!
Play kick the can, do some athletic stuff.
God, it's good hearing your voice. How've things been with you?
Donnie, stop. You're acting like an untrained dog.
- No. - Ooh.
- Mm-hm. - ...do it, dude.
Willie, let's go.
Are you out of your mind?
Timmy Jackson...
...eat the little kids' cookies and stuff.
Well, here's how you make pasta, darling. There's a start.
He's a megalomaniac. It's all a big shell game.
Well, anyway, I wanna thank you guys for listening.
Yes, you are. You're dangerously overweight.
...I almost asked her to dance.
- Willie. - Willie.
...the snow globe.
Ha. Nice outfit. What the heck do you think you're doing?
Fred, I don't-- I don't...
- I do know it's your birthday. - You forgot.
- I have a lot of stuff boiling right now, so-- - I appreciate that. After Roger.
Macaroni. It's you.
What's the matter, Nicholas?
He's having a tough time getting off the ground, huh?
You're fired.
Frederick. I noticed how much you liked the tree...
What are you doing? Stop it. Come on, stop-- What, are you gonna do it to me?
- No! - Yes, you earn that money.
- Okay. - He is a terrible closet eater.
That's not Alec, okay?
We're heading 12 degrees north into London.
Willie.
No? Nobody in Wisconsin's gonna get any gifts this year!
And if someone doesn't step in and help him, why...
Four-Eyed Clyde.
I don't hate you, Nick.
It's about connecting. Now, look me in the eye.
Santa, I ran the numbers three times.
I'm hoping they're naughty. Heh-heh.
Ah.
My father was called Nicholas.
Come on, I like that one. That's a good one.
He was my roadie, used to carry my amps.
I made the outfit myself, Mother.
I'm, uh...
- What's happening? Stop it! - Ho, ho, ho. No, no, no, boys!
What are you doing? Get out of my room! Get out of my room!
- DJ Donnie. - What up, Fred?
Well, I'll give you a ticket.
Okay, you're just gonna have to wait your turn.
That's a good start.
Oh. That--
And that knish? Let me just have one of these.
So listen, I'm not so big on all this flying--
That's what I need, surprises. Remember our three-year anniversary?
I'm not Alec, you know what I mean?
North Pole, go ahead, this is Christmas One.