Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Sorry, sorry. Got to stay strong.
- Gah... This is bad. This is very bad. - Wait. Why?
And it's all because of us; well, me, temporarily.
When I tried to jump out,
Right. Um, why?
I have to go to the bathroom
Ottoman, ottoman, ottoman!
Also, you're a sorting clerk?
You okay, Grandpa?
Actually, yeah.
Fine. Hurry, please.
He'll be fine.
- Uh... - Bob, you be the judge.
I was gonna hide in the flip-up ottoman
- Damn. - Cold-hearted.
- I need you to handle it. - With care.
Need something to drink?
Question: on the way back,
Like one of those goats looking at little baby Jesus.
this is the best place to be on Christmas Eve.
- He's real. - And he's spectacular.
Linda, boys, dinner's ready.
Right, we are.
- No. - Promise?
We get to play Santa. We spread cheer.
Much like you, m'boy.
and is delivering it herself.
I bet that would be really fun.
It could be anything in there; it could be human poop.
He makes a big deal out of seeing my parents,
Hello! Can somebody let us in?
L-Linda, don't do it.
What? People send poop in the mail?
- I'm losing you, Mike. - Do not do this, Linda.
Hi, sweetie. How are things?
♪ Hallelujah, hallelujah ♪
Donna! Ha-hey.
Here it is.
Okay. Um, thank you. Merry Christmas.