Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- ♪ I can't believe you're really mine ♪ - ♪ It's really yours ♪

-Wha... -Final leaf is kind of the final leaf,

I'm sorry if I ruined Thanksgiving.

Lin, it's not working downstairs either.

- Oh, we're driving? - They're right, Bob.

Bob, stop it. We don't have any tarp.

Tina, you get your tree ceremony, and me,

Bob, stop staring at that thing.

- I'll be right back. - Tina, where you going?

But we're not staying out here anymore, okay? We're done.

Okay, okay. Hold on, hold on.

And it's like, "Of course. You're the boss!"

so it doesn't catch on fire.

so my oven's out of commission.

I think we just solved all our problems.

No, Gene. The woods in the park.

You want to cook the turkey here?

Right. Fine. Enjoy your hoity-toity turkey.

Okay, but I'm taking this to go.

let us off with a stern warning and not a fine."

Great. So why isn't the gas working?

- Got it. - Bye.

We're rolling this logging log-damned log home,

Oh, it could be worse. Probably not, though.

the faster we can get to the tree ceremony.

Those were just practice rolls.

- Careful! - Hi, Mr. Huggins.

- No. No, no, I'm-I'm really not. - All right.

It's a Gratitude Tree. It's from the Thundergirls Handbook.

Feels a little basic, to be honest.

- Oh, my face! - Oh, God. Sorry.

Interesting setup you have here.

I-I'm just seeing if I can chip away

everyone else is into sticks, too.

What are you guys up to?

Oof. I look like a tweaked-out Muppet.

Okay, so, my final final leaf

I've ever had in my whole life.

except I wrote it 'cause he was too little.

- that one year? - Oh, yeah.

We can make a fire-pit. The chairs can hold the spit.