NARRATOR: 'Twas the night of the party, and all through the house, the whole crowd was stirring, even a drunk mouse. ARTHUR: ...Whoa! Mickey! Ease up on the fuzzy navels, champ. SHELDON
NARRATOR: The streamers were hung 'round the party with care (but some had wound up in Kim Jong Il's hair.) Kim Jong Il: Great party, Sheldon. SHELDON: Please check in nukes at the coat room
NARRATOR: And there, at the entryway into the place stood General Zod with a stern, angry face. Zod: Kneel! Kneel before Zod! SHELDON: Oh man. We have GOT to get him away from the door. ARTHUR: I've already hired Jebediah, here. He's a 108-year old Walmart greeter. Man (Old) (Waving): Welcome ta Walmart! Y'all spend money now...