Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Christmas One, veer right...
Wanda Blinkowski, Chicago, Illinois.
Oh, explain? You wanna explain to me my romantic surprise birthday dinner?
I have no idea why you won't send 50 so I can blow it into 60 and give you 10.
When we left the White House, I thought it was gonna be the first step to recovery.
- Good, Fred. Nice firm grip on those reins. - What's happening now?
I'm working. I'm creating assets.
Most importantly, they all know that there's somebody who's thinking about them.
Don't drink the Kool-Aid.
- Yet. - What?
You have a boyfriend?
What shall we name him?
Christmas.
It would be a nice gesture to play something different.
And the rest will all... All kind of fall into place.
...but, uh, we're swell, we're swell. How are you, huh?
Hey, Fred.
Oh, Nick. You carry the weight of the world on your shoulders.
It's all right.
Mr. Northcutt, uh, I should have someone show you around. Willie.
We got him!
- Yes. - You're asking me--
- I'm telling you the truth. - She doesn't believe you, pal. So get lost.
You wanna put it on?
...dancing is not about dancing, right?
But what do you say we give him his shot?
Failure to administrate backup records.
Uh, would you like to settle in? We have your room ready.
Every time he managed to make his parents proud...
Excuse me?
You know I've been battling a weight problem for years, Fred. That is not funny.
Freddie, go home. I don't wanna talk to you. Go home.
Yeah. That's my girl, there.
We're across the street from the Chicago Mercantile Exchange.
I'll put my elf foot up your butt.
But he picked himself up and he'd keep trying.
This one does as well.
WHAT FUN!
I'm just saying.
...422 Dashwood Drive...
- Charlene. - Yeah.
- I don't like what I saw. - If you spied on me properly...
Don't look at me, look at him.
Do I wanna try to get physical? Do I wanna pound this elf's head in?
So go home, pack up your stockings.
Then I'm gonna give you $10,000 off the top of that with the original $50,000 back...
...an entirely new operation based at...
You know what?
- Ho, ho, ho. - Ha-ha-ha-ha.
It's simple, it's always the same thing with you, Fred.
We cannot deliver all of those presents.
- Nine. - Nine?
That's great. Do me a favor, please. Why don't you just stay out of this?
If you think I'm gonna let you get away with this, you are sadly mistaken.
I'm in the spirit. Let one brother give another brother a gift for Christmas.
- A ass what? - Assets.
Sweetie, we're 2 percent behind our delivery quota of last year.
- Okay, I'll help you get-- - No, no. I got it. I got it. Okay.
Shh. Freddie, I think I'm gonna go back to London.
- You gotta put these guys on a leash, Nick. - I got you. I'm on top of it, ASAP.
Consider it a meal and sparkling conversation.
I found myself in a business opportunity with a sheik. From India.
- But if it's the 23rd-- - Ah. Done.
Bob, settle down.
We don't have to have therapy.
Yeah.
- Hey, Annette, how you doing? - Fred.
And I got a lot of stuff going on, uh, because of it.
Each and every toy that a child asks for is handmade by the elves.
You see, sometimes it's easier to make a promise...
- So you decide to stay Four-Eyed Clyde? - Because Clark Kent wore glasses!
Charlie Brown...
So, what's up, Fred? Is there anything I can do for you?
- Who are you? - I'm the boy's father. Who are you?
What is happening here? You don't have ninjas jump me when I first--
...will be the most-trafficked OTB in the city.
You're the only one who understands me, Chirp-Chirp.
You not gonna ask Santa for nothing, huh?
And finally, the toys are stored until Christmas Eve, when Santa delivers them.
- So you decided to stay 4-Rack Mac? - Only because Clark Kent obliterated Columbian POW POW!
...but I never felt like I had a brother. The courts would tell me I would.
- Not now, I'm in a hurry. - Pretend to be my father.
Well, I assume that they, uh-- They got their hands too close to his mouth.
- This isn't even debatable. I'm not going. - Ho, ho, ho, I'm not gonna listen to no.
Merry Christmas. You're beautiful, great. Get out of here.
Oh, thank you. Thank you, um...
Ho, ho, ho! Merry Christmas!
Oh, boy.
Oh.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa. - Please.
I never realized it before.
- ...and then you just disappear. - Sweetheart, I did not just disappear.
What are you getting physical for? Music's about love.
You did it.
Good night, Fred.
Now, it's a little-known rule of sainthood, but when you become a saint...