Holiday Twist

- But I strongly disagree, ah, with that statement.

So, I know!

Let's, sorry, can we cut that part out?

And then let's start over.

Back to one, everyone.

From the top.

Can we do that?

Ah...

We're actually on live TV.

We're on live. Okay.

Well, what I said was false.

So if you're seeing this, just don't believe it.

And then cut, cut, cut, cut, cut, cut, cut, cut, cut.

Oh, my.

Connie, are you okay?

Am I okay? Do I look okay?

No. No.

Woo! Hey!

- Come on, everybody, and dance like this.

Like this!

- It's almost Christmas.

Do the "Holiday Twist."

Woo!

Mm.

Okay!

Mommy?

Can we hang up Christmas lights in my bedroom?

Ah!

We just have to take them down three weeks from now,

so why bother?

Because it's Christmas!

Ah, Christmas. So overrated.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

The truck flipped?

No, no, stop.

I don't want excuses and neither do our customers.

A professional driver should react

according to the conditions of the road.

I'd rather find out bad news before I eat,

so I lose my appetite.

- Well, that's one way to watch your calories.

How have you arranged

to get the packages delivered?

- No, I was waiting on your direction.

What?

Send another driver ASAP

before we issue refunds to customers

instead of bonuses to employees.

- Thankfully, Bill Nielsen is okay.

With his wife's brain tumor,

a hospital visit is the last thing he needs.

Good gravy, we are all dealing with something.

Just get the presents delivered

or I'll give him a tumor myself.

Ah!

Oh, my! What?

- Oh, shucks, I'm so sorry. I'm so clumsy.

Hello.

There she goes again.

Yeah.

Oh!

I'm Christina.

It looks like you're having a few ups and downs.

Mm-hmm.

Well, who isn't?

It's the holidays.

- Well, maybe you should spend some more time rejoicing

and reflecting on all of your blessings.

Noted.

It was a pleasure being plowed into you.

Ah, be sure to get your brakes checked, okay?

I will. Thank you for the tip.

Okay!

I'm trying to decide whether I want David to give me

the black or the white Hermes tote.

How about black for Christmas

and white for Valentine's Day?

Then you get both.

Oh, I like that.

Problems, right ladies?

If you had your own job, like I do,

then you could just buy yourself whatever you want,

you know?

And then you wouldn't have to live with the wrong gift.

So, I should get a job

so I can avoid getting the wrong gift?

No, no, no. No offense.

It's just I have the power to buy everything on my own.

I don't have to ask permission or put up with the drama

or the humiliation of, you know, begging.

- But no, of course I understand your side

because free stuff is obviously better than...

- If I'm gonna have to set my alarm

for 9:00 a.m. every morning,

I would much rather go work out than go to work.

That's the kinda work I like.

It's nice, isn't it?

Here you are.

Thank you.

Here you go.

It must be so nice

having the power to pay for whatever you like.

Should we?

Yeah. Bye.

So nice.

Bye, guys.

Ah, frenemies.

You know, sometimes I think

you're the only real friend I have.

Why do you even put up with me?

- Someone has to. You ran off George.

Connie!

Connie!

Morning.

Or should I say, "Goodnight?"

Connie!

Connie.

You up?

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Good. Come on.

I'm up. I'm up, Mr. Whitmer.

Mm!

- Didn't you have that on yesterday?

Everyone else's mom sleeps at home.

- You guys, this time of year is really hard on me.

You know that.

And I work really hard to support our life.

Okay?

Whose life, Mom?

Yours.

Are you coming in today?

Why wouldn't I?

- Well, one, you're usually already here.

And two, I heard that you just left.

She needs to be handled.

- Hmm. Okay, I will get right on that.

Stella.

I...

- Yeah! See look at all these presents.

Come on. - Okay.

We need a bigger bag.

You get two presents.

Just two.

No more gifts.

All right.

- No more. What are you doing?

No thanks.

- You ever had a meringue before?

My mom used to make them. They're the best.

- No thank you. I'm watching my figure.

Really?

Yeah.

Good thing.

You should probably too.

Let's go!

Hey, keep it for later.

Put them back.

- No, no, no, no, no. They're Christmas presents.

- Get some more. Get some more. Get some more.

We're good. Taxed out.

There's no more room.

Right? Let's go.

Good.

Ah! Uncle Skip?

Yeah?

- Do you really think that we're gonna make enough money

selling other people's presents to save the ranch?

- It's the only way we're gonna end our bad luck streak

and save the ranch.

Hey!

Sometimes bad luck can be good luck, you know?

No, I don't. Let's go.

- Yeah, I don't know. I made that up.

Look, what if we change our luck?

We just do something different.

Boogie, no one's saving us.

Each gift buys us time. Let's go!

Besides, the best thing about stealing presents is

no one even knows they're missing anyway.

Yeah.

I guess you probably never, you don't miss, you know,

what you never knew you had in the first place.

- That's right. Now you're thinking, Boogie.

Now you're thinking!

Boogie?

Boogie? - Hmm?

What's going on?

- Ah, it's just, this time of year, I kind of miss my dad.

Yeah.

I promised him I'd raise you right.

Look at you now, huh? Huh?

Yeah. Yeah. Yeah.

Ah! You know, maybe we do something new

like hang Christmas lights.

Hang Christmas.

That would take us years to get back on track.

Listen, kid,

why don't you just let me stick to being in charge here.

Yeah.

What's with the post-its?