Nora: (on phone) Oh, hi, Count...yes, we heard...you need people to help start decorating? (scribbles something on notepad) Okay, I'll tell the others.
Erin: (entering kitchen) Who was it?
Nora: (hanging up) The Count. He and Uncle Deadly are trying to get people to help decorate for Jim's birthday tomorrow.
Erin: Excellent...anything specific?
Nora: Not sure yet.
Scooter: (coming in) What's going on?
Erin: We're going to start the prep for Jim's birthday and...how are you feeling?
Scooter: Just fine.
Storyteller: Get the thermometer and we'll know for sure. (Scooter holds the thermometer in his mouth - it beeps a few moments later) Let's see...98.6 in Fahrenheit, 36 in Celsius.
Beige: Down in the Cave, if we wanted to know if someone was feeling better we'd rub a chunk of purple moss on his or her forehead. If it turned chartreuse with orange spots, it meant five more days of bed rest.
Scooter: But I'm tired of bed rest...
Beige: But we've shown that you don't need any more bed rest, so there you go.
(up in heaven)
Jerry: So, everyone, what are we going to do?
Don: Set off a few servos under his cloud. Always appropriate.
Richard: I say we drop a huge bucket of confetti over him when he's not looking.
Joe: Well, I was going to play a few tribute songs on the piano for him...
Eren: But remember, the fans are going to be holding that huge party...
Jim: (flying over) Hi-ho, everyone, what's going on?
Jerry: (to others) Shhh! (to Jim) Oh, hello, Jim, we're just shooting the breeze here.