Hypo Birthday To You


 * Sheen: [rolls dice] Seven! [chuckles] Your llama is sucked into a volcanic sinkhole, where flesh-eating bats will nip at his screaming face. [eats popcorn]
 * Carl: Sheen, there aren't any volcanic sinkholes in Llama's Day Out!
 * Sheen: Maybe that explains why I'm not having fun. [eats popcorn]
 * Jimmy: [Enters] Hi, Carl. I ran out of chemicals mid-experiment and I know you got a chemistry set for your birthday?
 * Sheen: [rolls dice] Eleven!
 * Carl: Hey, you can use my chemistry set, Jim. [He gets his Mama's Boy chemestry set down from a shelf.] Oh, the potato's not included.
 * Jimmy: Uh, that's okay. I assume it comes with a few cc's of ethyl mercaptin?
 * Carl: Uh... no.
 * Jimmy: Well, I can work around that. How about some, uh... dimercural sulfonative?
 * Carl: Uh... yeah...? No.
 * Jimmy: Tritium nitrate?
 * Carl: I've got salt.
 * Jimmy: Oh, Pukin' Pluto! How's a guy supposed to make a four-dimensional Hypercube molecule without access to the complete spectrum of inorganic chemicals?!
 * Sheen: Welcome to my nightmare. [eats popcorn]
 * [Jimmy rolls his eyes.]
 * Carl: [Walks over carrying a leaflet] Here you go, Jimmy. Check out this leaflet from inside the box.
 * Jimmy: [reading leaflet] "Also try our Ultra-Deluxe model. Contains every element from aluminum to zirconium." Now, that's what I'm talkin' about! [suddenly blue, sighs] Aw, who am I kidding? I don't have any money, and my birthday's three months away.
 * Sheen: [eats popcorn] Ah, quit procrastinating, Carl, for I'm not -- forget it! I'm rolling for you! [rolls one die and piece of popcorn] One! [chuckles] And Carl's llama falls down. Down into the sulfurous mud pit! How the snake god will be pleased!
 * Carl: Hey, how could you roll the one if there are two dice?
 * Sheen: Huh? Oh. Yeah... [Picks up the die and popcorn; suddenly grabs throat and chokes.] Someone get me the jaws of life!