Robot Chicken

ROBOT CHICKEN Season VI Episode 13

Jumping Jehovah!

It's one minute to Christmas!

Pack the toys, get my list, and if those fleabags aren't

saddled in six seconds, then get your ass under the mistletoe

'cause my boot's gonna give it a fucking sole kiss.

And who was in charge of my wake-up call?

Pack your shit and get out.

Hyah!

Holy… let's do this!

Santa remembered me!

Oh, wait a minute.

15 seconds to spare.

I fuckin' rule!

Santa dance.

No, you don't. You're not gonna fuck me.

Santa's the one doing the fuckin' tonight.

Why won't this thing open?

Get off of me! Stop!

You're having a dream!

I hate Christmas. You heard me.

I don't know when I'll be home.

Because there's still Jews eating dinner.

I wish I could be home celebrating Christmas

with my family, too.

I hate the Jews, too, honey.

Okay, bye.

When that lumberjack cut me down, I thought oh, my life is over."

but then, you welcomed me into your family.

These have been the two happiest weeks of my life.

Thanks, Christmas tree.

We love you, Christmas tree.

Two weeks later

Morning, gorgeous. Hey, where we going?

Urn, we're all going on vacation to Universal Studios.

Awesome!

I wanna go to Harry Potter land and try that fake butterbeer.

You're grabbing the luggage? Remember, grab the sunscreen.

Hold up, there. No.

I'm actually about to head to Florida with my family.

Carol! Help!

Jeff, get out here, man! They think I'm trash!

I thought I was part of the family.

You lied to me, you bastards!

Are you fucking kidding me?

Six weeks later

Think positive.

Maybe someone will just use me for boogers or number one.

Wait a minute. Is that them?

Sally, get some extra toilet paper, okay, hon?

We're having Indian food tonight.

Oh, no!

Dear, we thought we could use this after your chimney accident.

A candy cane, how thoughtful.

Oh, no.

It was actually made of candy?

We thought it would hold you!

Was this load-bearing peppermint?

Oh, God! I shattered my tibia.

That's not fair!

Who's laughing at "Big Foot" Danny now.

Welcome back to

"The Justin Bieber Christmas Special with Love."

I love you all.

This is a song I wrote about Christmas

and how it makes my heart feel.

Fuck Christmas

Fuck Christmas

I see those presents that you bought me

Fuck 'em

I see that ribbon in your hair

I'll choke you with it

My Christmas card up on the mantle

It's a photo of my dick

And all the stockings hung with care

They're filled with my shit

Fuck Christmas

Ooh, ooh, yeah.

We never had this problem with David Cassidy.

Cassidy was a hack.

Bieber is a fucking artist.

You're a hard man to find, Jason.

The list, look what it makes me do.

Look what it makes me do.

Parcheesi!

Would you look at that? More blocks.

All gifts present and accounted for,

except Snake Eyes.

He's so hard to buy for.

What's wrong with what we always get him?

I never hear him complain about it.

What are you supposed to get a guy

who won't tell us what he wants?

There is one thing he wants, and we all know it.

Okay, there's Storm Shadow's house.

We zipline over, bag him, and get him back to the base

for Snake Eyes to open on Christmas morning.

Yo, Joe!