Muppet College Dorms: The Next Semester

[WhiteRabbit]

Ailie: *joins in with Crazy Harry in the timewarp and becomes the replacement Columbia for a moment*
Well I was walking down the street just a-having a think
When a snake of a guy gave me an evil wink
He shook me up, he took me by surprise
He had a pickup truck and the devil's eyes.
He stared at me and I felt a change
Time meant nothing, never would again...
Let's do the time warp again...let's do the timewarp again...

Chamberlain: attempts to dance and falls over*

Zoot: *clings onto Newsie's leg* Such an exceptional beauty, isn't he?

Dr. Teeth: Yeah...he's okay...

Zoot: OKAY?

Dr. Teeth: Yup, I agree with you. He's okay...but Mr. Turtle...he's amazing. *stares up at Mr. Turtle on the ceiling* Wow! You can climb stuff too? Oh, Mr. Turtle, you've got so much talent and potential...to be my new best friend!

Zoot: What? O.o

Dr. Teeth: *grabs hold of Mr. Turtle's shell and makes his walk back and forth across the ceiling* Spider turtle...spider turtle...does whatever a spider turtle does...can he swing...from a web?

Zoot: ...

Dr. Teeth: No, he can't...'cause he's a turtle...look ooouuuttt...he is a spider turtle...

Zoot: I knew I shouldn't have used half of your brain to rebuild Newsie--I mean, Rocky.

[BeakerSqueedom]

Beaker: Mee mee meee.
Drinking water after experiencing 3rd degree burns from yet another faliure. He is once again sent to the hospital--this time from a mail box.

Bunsen: Toodles, Beakie!
Goes straight into the building, making his way back to his room.

Composta: Hospital he go again?
Shakes head; continues to lift weights.

Bunsen: Unfortunatley so!

Dr. Van Neuter: You're doing wonderfully, honey!
Sitting ontop of her bar, being lifted.

Claudia: I'm stumped! What do you think I should do?
Should I choose the caramelts? Or the Snickers...?

Composta: Caramelts, little monster.
Save some for me, too, puddin'.
Grunts as she makes another lift.

Claudia: Ok!
Sits on her bed all snuggly, with Caramelt bags at hand.
She takes her laptop, typing another part to her chapter in Dead Men.

[WhiteRabbit]

Chamberlain: *shakes his head* So, Ailie, about this Rocky Horror thing...I've heard of it but what's it actually about? Why is it so famous?

Ailie: *stops dancing and suddenly puts on a serious expression* You really don't know?

Chamberlain: Well, no. I'm a skeksis and--

Ailie: Say no more. *climbs onto a chair and pulls out a book*

Dr. Teeth: Oh, boy! STORY TIME! *looses interest in the turtle and drops it before running over to Ailie to sit by her feet*

Chamberlain: *sighs* Is it all in that book?

Ailie: No, I just though it would look more professional if I did it this way. Now, this story is about--

Dr. Teeth: Is it the one about the magic lamp? Cause if it is--

Ailie: No... *stuffs a banana in his mouth to keep him quiet* Zoot, you better give him the rest of his brain back soon.

Zoot: But he does whatever I tell him to now! It's so much fun--

Ailie: Zoot.

Zoot: Yeah, fine. Whatever.

Ailie: Anyway, let's learn something new today. *dives into the story and finishes about a century later* But Tim Curry really only does voice acting now. The End. So does that answer your question?

Chamberlain: *dizzy* Sure does...

Dr. Teeth: O_O Tell it again.





Oh, yeah, since I forgot to do it last night Muppet Dorms is sponsored by Trix Yogurt and the number G!

[Winslow Leach]

Mr. Turtle (hits the floor) Oof! Miss Ailie, would you please restrain your dim-bulbed roommate? I am getting quite tired of being dropped, thrown against walls, stepped on, and forced against my will into portraying...ugh...Spider Turtle...whatever the dickens that is! If he doesn't stop, next time I shall have no choice but to bite his honker...

Lefty: Hey Mr. Toitle, have youse ever done drag before?

Mr. Turtle: Dear me...no, my boy, I have not...

Lefty: Well, lemme tell ya...it is truly liberatin'!

Tony: Oh, go play with Riff, will ya? Stop breaking character!

Crazy Harry: HAHAHAHAHAHA! You're wet!

Tony: Hi, Brad Majors...this is my fiancee Janet Vice...

Crazy Harry: I think perhaps you'd both better come inside, hohohohohehehehehehahahaha!

Newsman: Please...can we get to my creation scene? I'm dying to flex my muscles and prance around in shimmery shorties!

Tony: You've just ruined the scene!

Newsman: What? I--

Tony: Nope, nope...really lame, man, really lame! Go away...don't come back until Zoot is ready to spark life into you.

Newsman (sighs) The things I do for art!

Tony: Yeah, yeah....go back....under the bed, or something...wait for your cue.

Impatiently, Crazy Harry lights a bomb and tosses it at Mr. Turtle; it explodes.

Crazy Harry: AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Tony: Mature, Harry...real mature!

[Beakerfan]

Janice: Like, what is everyone doing?

Alex: I don't really know... I'm not familiar with the Rocky Horror Picture Show.....

Bean: That's too bad, it looks like fun!

Alex: *thinks for a minute* I have an idea! *pulls Bean into the closet*

*lots of rustling can be heard*

Alex: *runs out of the closet and into another closet*

*after a minute or two, Alex pokes her head out of the closet*

Alex: Floyd! Hit play on the stereo!

Floyd: *pushes Play*

Alex: *comes out of the closet wearing a slinky pink dress with matching heels, her hair all poofy*

Bean: *walks out of his closet, wearing black leather pants, a white t-shirt and a leather jacket*

Alex: Hi Ken!

Bean: Hey, Barbie! Wanna go for a ride? Hop in!

Alex: Sure! *gets in his imaginary car*

Bean: Come on Barbie, let's go party!

Alex: I'm a Barbie girl,
In a Barbie world!
Life in plastic, it's fantastic!

Sweetums: *turns the stereo off* No way Alex! There are kids around! *glares at her, then looks over at Bean*

Alex: *pouts* FINE. But only if you guys agree do to whatever I want for the rest of today!

Everyone looks nervously at each other, then slowly agree.

Alex: *claps her hands* Oh, goody! I have just the thing! *she leaves to go get some things ready*

[WhiteRabbit]

Ailie: Weiss, Brad. *rolls her eyes* Not Vice.

Dr. Teeth: Vice? As in Vice City? Does anybody wanna play Grand Theft Auto with me? *picks up Mr. Turtle* Hm...I see a taker...lalalalala....*runs out of the scene and into the living room*

Chamberlain: "Eddie" sure isn't the same since we've started playing this game...Zoot--I mean, Frank, did you really take half of his brain out?

Zoot: That's for me to know and for you to eventually throw yourself off of a cliff from never knowing the answer...*steals Chamberlain's black curtain* I'm gonna need that...

Chamberlain: *screeches and runs into a closet*

Zoot: Is it the elevator scene yet?

Ailie: I have no idea...

Dr. Teeth: *off in the other room* Haha...I'm beating you, Mr. Turtle! You're losing! Loser! Loser! *whacks him with the controller* Come on, pick yours up and play with me. You'll never be able to hit me back if you don't. Look, I just killed your guy again! Man, Mr. Turtle, you're a lousy gamer... *resumes hitting him with the controller like a child*

[Winslow Leach]

Mr. Turtle crawls back into the room.

Mr. Turtle: Such a disgusting game!

Tony (shoving script pages at Mr. Turtle) Hey Mr. Turtle, memorize these lines as fast as you can! I wanna rehearse my big number.

Mr. Turtle (sighs) If I must! (scans the pages for about 30 seconds) Done!

Tony (double-takes) You have it all?

Mr. Turtle: Of course I have it all, dear boy! I'm not a slacker, like you! Oh, by the way, you're not going to sing are you?

Tony: Of course. This is Brad's big scene.

Mr. Turtle: Where are my earplugs? Earmuffs? Cotton? Anything?

Lefty: I'll sell ya a pair of earmuffs, but it'll cost ya a nickel!

Mr. Turtle: You and your nickels...forget it, forget it...let us just get this painful moment over with. Harry, do you know your one line?

Crazy Harry (thinks) HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA?

Mr. Turtle: Eh...no...no. (shows Harry the script) Just say--you do know how to read, don't you?--just say this one line here...that's all. Okay?

Crazy Harry nods.

Pause.

Mr. Turtle: Well? (pause) Will you say the bloody line?

Crazy Harry (as Riff) I've located him in the female's quarters, master!

Tony (as Brad, looking at imaginary monitor) Janet! How could she? That's it! It's over!

Mr. Turtle (as the Criminologist) Over? What was over? Not the night, that was certain. Brad and Janet's engagement? Their love for one another? Who can say? For questions such as these are not to be answered by the academic, they must be left for the heart to solve. And Brad, you may be sure, had plenty of heart.

Tony (sings "Once in a While," a slow ballad)

Once in a while
She don't wanna call you
Speaking on the telephone
And once in your life
She don't want to know you
You look around
The one you found, she is gone

And that's all the time that it takes
For a heart to turn to stone
The sweeter the wine
The harder to make the break
You hear something
About someone you thought you'd known

So baby don't cry
Like there's no tomorrow
After the night there's a brand new day
And there'll be no pain
And no more sorrow
So wash your face
And phone my place, it'll be okay

And that's all the time
That it takes
For a heart to beat again
So give me a sign
That a lover makes
You look around
The one you found
Is back again

And that's all the tiiiiiiiime
That it takes
For a heaaaaaaaart to beat agaaaaaaaaaaaaaain
So give me a siiiiiiiiiign
That a lover maaaaaaaaaaaaaaakes
You look around
The one you found
Is back agaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaain!

Mr. Turtle (sleeping) ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ....

Tony: I'm done...hey! I said I'm done!

Mr. Turtle: Wha? Who? What happened?

Lefty: Tommy, youse have a golden troat!

Tony: Um...thanks, Lefty...

Lefty: I mean it...ya sing like a boid!

Tony: Lefty, I think those fabrics are going to your head...

Lefty: Heh heh heh...riiiiiiiiiight...probably!

[Beakerfan]

Alex: *brings out a bunch of makeup bags, then grabs some animal printed spandex and leather outfits*

Floyd: *to Sweetums* D'ya think we should run?

Sweetums: It's no use. Besides, what could be worse than her singing "Barbie Girl"?

Floyd: Oh, I can think of a lot.....

[WhiteRabbit]

Dr. Teeth: Mr. Turtle? Where'd you go? *wanders into a closet, searching for him*

Zoot: *appearing behind Tony magically and wakes up* Oh, you're done. Gosh, I thought it was never going to end. Okay, it's my turn now!

Ailie: *opens her mouth to speak up and then shrugs* *likes the scenes in the random order*

Zoot: *goes into the closet and shoves Dr. Teeth out, imagining it's an elevator*

Ailie: *screams*

Zoot: How d'you do, I...
see you've met my...
faithful handyman
He's just a little brought down because when you knocked
He thought you were the candyman.
Don't get strung out by the way that I look,
Don't judge a book by its cover
I'm not much of a man by the light of day--

Dr. Teeth: But by night, he's a zombie! Ooooh! Heh heh...

~music scratches~

Zoot: You idiot! This is MY song and for another thing, that doesn't rhyme!

Dr. Teeth: Sorry...but your next line wasn't G rated.

Zoot: Whatever...*ignores him* I'm just a-- *throws off his cape* sweet--

Dr. Teeth: ZOMBIE!

Zoot: *throws a brick at him*

Dr. Teeth: ACK! X_X

Zoot: Why don't you stay for the night? Or maybe a bite?
I could show you my favourite obsession.
I've been making a man with blond hair and a tan
And he's good for relieving my--

Ailie: Zoot--

Zoot: Ailie--
So come up to the lab. And see what's on the slab.
I see you shiver with antici... pation!
But maybe the rain isn't really to blame
So I'll remove the cause, but not the symptom. *runs back into the closet and slams the door, screaming in exasperation*

[Winslow Leach]

Tony knocks on closet door...

Tony: Hey, Zoot! Zoot, man! I thought your number was hawt, with a capital "H." You really know how to rock the casbah!

Lefty: Tell us about it, Janet! Riiiiiiiight!

Tony: No! That doesn't come yet!

Lefty: I know, Tommy...I'm rehoysen, ya see?

Crazy Harry: I've located him in the female's quarters, master! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Tony: We've done that, sponge head!

Mr. Turtle: I have a smashing idea! Let's forget all this nonsense, and put on Lear. I shall play Lear, of course. Anthony, you shall be the Fool. In your case, though, it wouldn't be acting, heh heh. Heh heh. Oh, I do so amuse myself...

[Beakerfan]

Alex: *brings in a box of long haired wigs*

Floyd: *hides behind Sweetums*

Alex: Ok! Who's first?

Bean: Ooh! Ooh! Me!

Alex: Ok! Right this way! *leads Bean over to a chair and begins putting makeup on him*

[WhiteRabbit]

Zoot: *moans* Leave me alone...

Dr. Teeth: There you is, Donatello. I thought I lost you. *picks up the turtle*

Ailie: You make a great Frank, Zoot. *smiles weakly*

Chamberlain: *snickers*

Fizzgig: *snarls and tries to rip off Lefty's dress*

[Beakerfan]

Alex: and for the finishing touch..... *puts a long brunette wig on Bean*

Bean: Do I get to pick out my clothes, too?

Alex: Maybe... I dunno yet. *pulls Floyd into the chair* Your turn!

Sweetums: *snickers at Bean*

[Winslow Leach]

Lefty: (sings a song he has somehow heard earlier, and dances)

I'm da Barbie goil,
In da Barbie woild!
Come on, Barbie,
Let's go party!
Woot!
Come on, Barbie,
Let's go party!
Riiiiiiiiiiiiight!
Riiiiiiiiiiiiight!

Tony and Mr. Turtle stare at Lefty in silence. Lefty stops dancing.

Sorry...catchy tune...riiiiiiiiiiiiiight!

[WhiteRabbit]

Ailie: *continues dancing after Lefty stops*

Zoot: *sticks his head out of the closet* O.o

Dr. Teeth: Fly! *throws Mr. Turtle against the wall*

[Beakerfan]

Alex: *pokes head into Tony's room* That's just wrong, Lefty. *glances over at Bean and the newly made-over Floyd* Not that this isn't......

Floyd: *in make-up and a curly red wig* If only you would've let her sing.....

Sweetums: *grimaces as he gets pulled into the chair*

Bean: *holds up a shimmery little dress* Do you think this one goes with my complexion?

Floyd: *glares and Bean, then sits on the couch and sulks*

[WhiteRabbit]

Zoot: They don't pull it off better than I do... *hums vaguely and applies lipstick*

Ailie: You do it better than me, Zoot, and I'm an actual girl. *makes a face*

[Winslow Leach]

Mr. Turtle: Oof! Okay...that is the last straw! I shall ring the nearest constable and have this human cheshire cat thrown into prison for turtle abuse! By the way, my dear sir, if you had any brain cells at all, you would know that it is scientifically impossible for a turtle, such as myself, to fly. Stupid git.

Tony pops up, as Brad. His face is painted white; he his rouge and thick red lipstick. He wears fishnets and heels.

Tony (sings)

It's beyond me
Help me mommy!
I'll be good
You'll see
Take this dream away!

What's this?
Let's see?
Oooh! I feel sexy!
What's come over me?
Woo! Here we go again!

Lefty (staggering around, covering his face) My eyes, my eyes! I did not need ta see dat!

Tony: You know, Lefty...that dress makes you look rather...rawr!

Lefty: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!

Lefty runs into the closet, and slams the door.

Tony: The easiest way to get rid of a sneaky salesman!

[WhiteRabbit]

Zoot: *from inside the closet* Hi Lefty. ^_^ *snickers*

Dr. Teeth: *eyes go back in focus after Mr. Turtle shuts his yap* I love you too, Donatello. *cuddles Mr. Turtle*

Ailie: *applauds* You make an awesome Brad, Tony! I'd sing Janet's part but I sound like a chipmunk. XD

[Winslow Leach]

Lefty flies out of Ailie's room, and knocks on Alex's door.

Lefty: Hey goil what lives upstairs who Tommy likes...we're hangin' in Ailie's room...our room is currently empty...riiiight...but I hoid dat Barbie song all da way from Ailie's room, an' now it's stuck in my head!

Lefty runs back into Ailie's room.

Lefty: Okay, let's rehoise...but keep dat guy...(referring to Tony) away from me!

Tony mockingly blows Lefty a kiss and winks at him; Lefty screams and runs into the closet again.

[Winslow Leach]

Lefty bursts out of the closet, frightened out of his wits, at finding Zoot in there.

Lefty: Dis place is a madhouse! A madhouse!

Tony: Are you finished, Chuck Heston from "Planet of the Apes"?

Mr. Turtle: Please stop cuddling me, Dr. Snake Eyes...and I am not a Renaissance artist...nor a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle!

Tony: Thanks, Ailie, for thinking I'm Brad-tastic!

Crazy Harry (as Riff) I think perhaps you'd better both...come inside!

Tony (facepalm) Is this guy even on the same planet as the rest of us?

Lefty: I'm lucky, yer lucky, he's lucky, we're all lucky! Heh heh heh! I love dose lines! Dose are da best in da whole play, on account I say 'em! By the way, this outfit makes me feel...

(Lefty bursts into a dance and sings)

Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious! Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight!

Tony repeatedly bangs his head against the wall.

[Beakerfan]

Alex: O_O I have never seen the RHP Show, but I am definetly intrigued....

Sweetums: I wonder if what they're doing is any better than what we're going through..... *winces as Alex puts a curly black wig on him*

Floyd: Are you almost done?

Alex: Well, I'd really like to have one more person, preferrably Claudia come join my project..... but I guess four will do for now. I'm not gonna put Janice through this, and Animal.... well, let's just say I don't think he'd be good for the part. *picks out a tiny pair of shorts, a bra, and a white t-shirt and hands them to Bean*

Bean: *makes a face*

Alex: Hey! You guys are the ones who agreed to this! *hands Floyd a pair of black fishnets, a red tube-top, and a black mini-skirt*

Sweetums: *slowly backs away*

Alex: *shoves a skimpy leopard-print shirt, bra, and matching spandex leopard-print pants into Sweetums hands*

Everyone goes to change

[WhiteRabbit]

Zoot: =(

Ailie: You're welcome, Tony. ;)

Dr. Teeth: *shoves a sock in Mr. Turtle's mouth* Sorry, Leonardo but it's my turn to sing now. *runs out of the room and comes back in on motorcycle, nearly running Fizzgig over* Psst...Ailie...can you be Columbia for a minute?

Ailie: *laughs* Sure. EDDIEEEEE!

Dr. Teeth: Whatever happened to Saturday night
When you dressed up sharp and you felt alright?
It don't seem the same since cosmic light
Came into my life, I thought I was divine... *gets into Newsie's face*

Zoot: O_O ?

Dr. Teeth: I used to go for a ride with a chick who'd go
And listen to the music on the radio
A saxophone was blowin' on a rock & roll show.
You climbed in the back seat, you really had a good time.

Hot patootie, bless my soul, I really love that rock 'n' roll.
Hot patootie, bless my soul, I really love that rock 'n' roll.

All: Hot patootie, bless my soul, I really love that rock 'n' roll.
Hot patootie, bless my soul, I really love that rock 'n' roll.

Dr. Teeth: *plays a solo on somebody else's sax*

Zoot: Hey! That's mine, you little thief! *gets a pick ax out of the closet and chases after his bandmate*

Dr. Teeth: AAAAAAAAAH! *runs away with the music still playing*

Zoot: *chases him around the room, laughing insanely* COME BACK HERE! STEAL MY SAX, WILL YA?

Ailie: *obliviously still dancing*

[Winslow Leach]

Tony now wears a tux; the pants are too short; he wears white socks with black dress shoes, and thick, black-rimmed glasses; he turns to Ailie...

Tony (as Brad, nervously) Hey Janet...I've got something to say...I really loved the...skillfull way...you beat the other girls...to the bride's bouquet!

(sings)

The river was deep but I swam it

Lefty & Crazy Harry: Janet...

The future is ours so let's plan it

Lefty & Crazy Harry: Janet...

So please, don't tell me to can it

Lefty & Crazy Harry: Janet...

I've one thing to say
And that's dang it,
Janet, I love you!

The road was long but I ran it

Lefty & Crazy Harry: Janet...

There's a fire in my heart and you fan it

Lefty & Crazy Harry: Janet...

If there's one fool for you, then I am it

Lefty & Crazy Harry: Janet...

I've one thing to say
And that's dang it,
Janet, I love you!

Here's the ring
To prove that I'm no joker

There's three ways that
Love can go

That's good, bad or mediocre,
Oh, J-A-N-E-T, I love you so!

[WhiteRabbit]

Ailie: Oh, it's nicer than Betty Munroe had

Chamberlain: Oh Brad

Ailie: Now we're engaged and I'm so glad

Chamberlain: Oh Brad

Ailie: That you've met Mum and you know Dad

Chamberlain: Oh Brad

Ailie: I've got one thing to say and that's
Brad, I'm mad, for you too...
Oh, Brad...

Zoot: *runs into the scene with the ax* Mwahahaha!

Ailie: *trips him* You guys...

Dr. Teeth: *trips over nothing but somehow manages to crash into Chamberlain* Sorry... *picks up Mr. Turtle and hugs him for protection* Let's go back and finish Vice City, huh? I'm dead now. *skips out of the room*

[Muppet Newsgirl]

Nora: At long last...my little sister's scout troop is almost done selling cookies.
Storyteller: Wonder how much they've sold, anyway? Heather is quite the saleswoman.
Scooter: Probably the equivalent of some small countries' GNPs.
Beige: So when's the cutoff date?
Nora: Tomorrow night...after which my sister will be strutting around like a peacock. The seller of the year trophy is as good as hers now.
Erin: Well...(gets wallet) Put me down for one more each of Mint Dreams and Cape Cods.
Scooter: (gets wallet) Yeah, and for me, one each of Orange Delights and Glasgow Rangers.
Nora: Hold on, let me get the form...(goes for form)
Storyteller: (opening purse) I liked the Citrus Whispers...and those Lemon-Poppyseed Puffs.
Beige: (gets wallet) And for me, Devil's Food Fudge and Batty Butterscotch.
Nora: (returns, scribbling items on forms) Mmm-hmm...and I might as well go in for one each of the Crunch Times and the Coconut Swirls.

(order is tallied and money is pooled for delivery to Heather)

[Winslow Leach]

Tony (distracted; gets back into character)

Oh Janet!

I love you too-oo-oo-oo!

There's one thing left to do, a-hoo!

And that's go see the man who began it

Lefty and Crazy Harry: Janet...

When we met in his science exam-it

Lefty and Crazy Harry: Janet...

Made me give you the eye and then panic

Lefty and Crazy Harry: Janet...

I've one thing to say, and that's
Dang it, Janet, I love you!
Dang it, Janet...

Dang it, Janet!

I...love...yooooooou!

Lefty: Blargh! Sappy stuff!

[WhiteRabbit]

Dr. Teeth: *from the other room* Donatello, did I mention you're losing? Again?

Ailie: *smiles and "accidently" shoves Lefty into Zoot*

Zoot: *twitches and then begins chasing after Lefty*

[Beakerfan]

Alex: *walks into the room, wearing a blonde wig with tiny pig tails, and a cotton-candy pink dress, coyishly sucking on a lollipop*

Floyd: *wearing the red and black outfit* You've GOT to be kidding me.....

Bean: *looks down at his shirt and notices it has the word "Sporty" written across the front* You mean..... I get to be SPORTY? *beams*

Floyd: Sweetums - uh, I mean, uh, Scary! Come out!

Sweetums: No way! I ain't doin it! *is dragged out by Floyd and Bean* Baby, why couldn't I be Posh?

Alex: Because you look more like Scary! Now look pretty!

[Erine81981]

Murray: *over hearing Alex in her room* *runs to room 26* Kyle?

What's wrong?

Murray: Alex is giving make over to all her roomies.

And what's wrong with that?

Murray: She's using makeup.

What? Oh no! We have to save them. Come on. *heads over to Alex's room* Hello! Hello! *knocks on the door*

Murray: We have to save them before they are turned to women.

*sees them all* We're to late!

Murray: *starts to sob*

Shhhhhhh before she hear's us!

[Beakerfan]

Alex: *runs to the door as the boys struggle to put on their high-heels. She stops to smoothe her dress and straighten her hair before she opens the door* Hi Kyle! Come on in guys! *continues to suck on her lolipop*

Floyd: *tripping over his heels as he runs to Kyle* Please save us! *clings to him* She's morphing us into the Spice Girls..... *looks desperate*

[Winslow Leach]

Lefty, still in his Magenta/maid's costume, runs out of Ailie's room, and down the hall, with Zoot in hot pursuit.

Lefty: No, no, no! I ain't "it!" Quit chasin' me! I don't wanna play dis game no more! Help! Help! Da crazy saxamophonist is after me! Heavens ta moigatroid! How did I ever get into dis mess?

[Beakerfan]

Purple Anything-muppet Boy: *follows Lefty and sings*
You got into this mess,
Because you wore a dress....
You dressed up like a gal,
And now you have a brand new pal,

But not the pal you'd like to meet
Everyday out on the street,
Oh, this pal is quite a fright
And won't let you out of his sight.....

[WhiteRabbit]

Ailie: *yawns* All right, you guys. It's getting late and I've got school tomorrow. Let's wrap it up, huh?

Zoot: *stops in midrun and wipes off his makeup hastily* Okay, Ailie, I'm kind of tired too. *slinks into his room and falls onto his bed, acting like his normal self for a change* Zzzzz...

Dr. Teeth: *rips the console out of the wall, about to hit Mr. Turtle and stops* Okey dokey, Ailie. *follows Zoot with the turtle in his arms and hums contentedly*

Chamberlain: *snores on the couch with Fizzgig chewing on his robes*

Ailie: *to the others* Well, that was a lot of fun, you guys. =) Maybe we can do it again real soon. Night! <3

[Winslow Leach]

Tony, taking a break from the RH madness, walks down the hall, whistling, hands in his pockets. He passes Alex's room, and looks in. He walks by.

Pause.

Tony backtracks, and looks into Alex's room again. Does Lefty's patented quadruple-take. Is about to speak, but can't seem to find the right words as he sees Floyd and Sweetums in drag...

O_O

[Beakerfan]

Bean: *still in his Sporty Spice get-up, sees Tony walk by* Hi Tony! *waves frantically and runs out to meet him* Isn't my hair pretty? *strokes his long brown locks*

[Winslow Leach]

Purple Anything-muppet Boy: *follows Lefty and sings*
You got into this mess,
Because you wore a dress....
You dressed up like a gal,
And now you have a brand new pal,

But not the pal you'd like to meet
Everyday out on the street,
Oh, this pal is quite a fright
And won't let you out of his sight.....

OOC: BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!:batty: :crazy:

Lefty: Hey kid...I...why, as a matter 'a fact...dis dress does seem ta attract more attention den I normally get...riiiiight!

Lefty curtsies.

[Winslow Leach]

Bean: *still in his Sporty Spice get-up, sees Tony walk by* Hi Tony! *waves frantically and runs out to meet him* Isn't my hair pretty? *strokes his long brown locks*

Hey Bean...I mean...Sporty...how are you, man? Woman...yes, you do have rather pretty hair...it matches your eyes...so...uhm...lovely day, eh? Uh...are you gonna suddenly bust out with "Wannabe" or something? 'Cause you look like you're ready to par-tay!

[Beakerfan]

Bean: Well, actually I was hoping for "Tell me what you want" but I don't know... it's kind of late. We'll probably have to do it in the morning.... *flips his hair*

[Winslow Leach]

Dr. Teeth: *rips the console out of the wall, about to hit Mr. Turtle and stops* Okey dokey, Ailie. *follows Zoot with the turtle in his arms and hums contentedly*


Mr. Turtle: Nooooooooo! Somebody help me! I don't want to spend the night with the human cheshire cat! This is cruel and inhuman punishment! A horse, a horse, my kingdom for a horse! So I could ride out of this madhouse!

Newsie and Crazy Harry start to exit...

Newsie: Bah! They didn't even get to any of my scenes!

Crazy Harry shoves Newsie out of the room, and closes the door behind him.

Newsie: Oof!

[BeakerSqueedom]

Bunsen: Let's measure the velocity of a girl falling to her doom!
Come now, Claudia! Beakie is in the hospital...and it's a good thing you are young enough to withstand unfortunate accidents and the like...as I'm too old for any of that! Feel the thrill, my dear!

Just count the sheep as you plunge into gravity's unforgiving grip! :3

Claudia: M-M-M...EEP!
Stuttering beyond fear

Bunsen: You sound just like Beakie when he expresses his nonsensical meeping! You charm me, really you do!

Claudia: O_O Steals his glasses and runs off
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Bunsen: You're so naughty!
This is no time for Hide and Seek!
We did that yesterday!

Claudia: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Blind Pew: I am comingz, my zweet!
Gracefully follows the sound of her footsteps...knocking Bunsen over the building with his walking stick.

Bunsen: Oh dear...not again.
Twiddles his fingers as he falls off.

Claudia: Bunnie! A WORLD RECORD!
1, 2!
THAT TOOK TWO SECONDS FOR A MUPPET BODY TO FALL! :D
Ah, ah, ah!

Blind Pew: Snuggles Claudia
Zyou are so charmingly dark, my pet!

Claudia: O_o;
---

[Erine81981]

Oh my goodness. *slaps forehead*

Murray: See what i mean.

I can see. (whispers to Floyd) If you want i can distraced while you and Sweetums leaves.

Murray: *grabs Bean* What is gotten into you. Your not a Spice Girl your a bunny and cute one at that. Slap out of it! *slaps Bean*

[Winslow Leach]

Bean: Well, actually I was hoping for "Tell me what you want" but I don't know... it's kind of late. We'll probably have to do it in the morning.... *flips his hair*

Well, Beanie-baby...er, I mean Sporty...I'm by no means an expert on the Spice Girls...(shifty eyes)...but I believe "Tell me what you want" is "Wannabe." Does it go like this?

Tony busts a move, but ends up looking like an idiot.

Yo, I'll tell you what I want, what I really really want,
So tell me what you want, what you really really want,
I'll tell you what I want, what I really really want,
So tell me what you want, what you really really want,
I wanna I wanna I wanna I wanna I wanna really
Really really wanna zigazig, ha!

[Erine81981]

Come on Murray. Seems everything here can't be helped. Sweet dreams guys. And you too Alex. *high fives her*

Murray: I do hope they she returnes them to normal.

Me too Murray. *puts arm around him* Me too.

As me and Murray leave Alex's room we hear Oscar in his can doing the sponcers

Oscar: *inside his can* The Muppet Dorms has been brought to you by the letter "S" for everyone around here stinks and for the number "0" because everyone is a zero. Muppet Dorms was a production of the Muppet Central Forms. "Rotten dreams everyone. Heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh.........

[Beakerfan]

Well, Beanie-baby...er, I mean Sporty...I'm by no means an expert on the Spice Girls...(shifty eyes)...but I believe "Tell me what you want" is "Wannabe." Does it go like this?

Tony busts a move, but ends up looking like an idiot.

Yo, I'll tell you what I want, what I really really want,
So tell me what you want, what you really really want,
I'll tell you what I want, what I really really want,
So tell me what you want, what you really really want,
I wanna I wanna I wanna I wanna I wanna really
Really really wanna zigazig, ha!

Bean: *shrugs, slightly embarrassed* Yeah, well..... that's just what I heard from Alex. And you can't blame her, really. Her sister's the one who really listens to the Spice Girls..... *is slapped by Murray* But.. but.... SIGH.... fine.... *pulls his wig off and goes inside*

Alex: *still in her Baby Spice outfit* SIGH.... guys, I'mma go to bed... it was nice of Kyle and Murray to stop by! And it looks like Bean had a good time with Tony.... Oh, but first! *takes a picture of Floyd and Sweetums* Ok, Ginger, Scary, and Sporty, yall can get cleaned up..... *falls asleep without even changing or getting under the covers*

[WhiteRabbit]

Ailie: Man, what a fun weekend that was. *gets ready for school* I hate Mondays. *walks down to the car and finds Dr. Teeth sitting in the front* Wha--? What are you doing in here?

Dr. Teeth: Zoot kicked me out because I held Mr. Turtle in his face at 3 in the morning...

Ailie: *facepalm* So, d'you want to come to school? I have to leave right now.

Dr. Teeth: Sure! =D

[Winslow Leach]

Lefty: Da Spice Goils, ya say?

Tony: Yeah, but not the real ones...

Lefty: It don't matter! I kin book 'em as an openin' act fer Mr. Toitle's show! Riiiiight?

Tony: Er...Mr. Turtle has a show?

Lefty: Riiiiight, riiiiiiiight! It's called "An Evenin' wit Mr. Toitle: Culture an' Sophistication"...

Tony snickers.

Lefty: What?

Tony: What do you know about culture and sophistication?

Lefty: Listen, Tommy, I--

Tony: Your idea of culture is Moliere on Ice!

Lefty: Who?

Tony: Never mind.

Lefty: Anywho, Mr. Toitle is gonna recite some of his poitry, an' do some dramatic readin's...high, arty stuff like dat...I mean, I did ask if Crazy Harry could add some what you call pizazz, by trowin' a few explosions in dere, but dat stupid critter wouldn't hear nuthin'! But if I open da show wit da Spice Goils...den maybe da audience'll stay fer da main attraction! Riiiiiiiight!

Tony: Lefty...they're not the real Spice Girls! They were just...dressing up. And if you ask me, Floyd and Sweetums didn't look too enthused...

Lefty: As I said, it don't matter! Da audience won't know da difference!

Tony: Lefty...you're too much...

Lefty: By da way, Tom, have you seen Mr. Toitle around? I can't find 'im anywhere...

[The Count]

*OOC: My modem fries and you guys go on two whole pages of unmonitored free-for-all? OK, I'll come back later and read through all the chaos. Have fun. *Goes to listen MuppetCast, will worry about the messes for the masses afterwards.

[WhiteRabbit]

Dr. Teeth: *follows Ailie back into the dorm* Your English teacher is a babe, Ailie... <3

Ailie: XD I'll say she is. How'd you like my school?

Dr. Teeth: Um...cereal?

Ailie: *sighs* Hang on, I'm gonna see if Zoot can give you the rest of your brain back. Zoot? *wanders into his room*

Zoot: *quickly covers the Glamour magazine with a Sport's Illustrated* Oh, hi Ailie. How was school?

Ailie: Same old, same old. Listen, d'you think you could give the rest of Dr. Teeth's brain back to him? We finished playing Rocky Horror last night, you know.

Zoot: Er, yes...about that...I guess Chamberlain thought it was Fizzgig's breakfast so he sort of--

Ailie: Don't tell me.

Zoot: And--

Ailie: *covers her face*

Dr. Teeth: I miss Mr. Turtle... =(

Ailie: I suppose I should bring you to the lab, maybe Bunsen could figure out how to replace the missing parts.

Dr. Teeth: John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmitt, his name is--

Ailie: *pulls him over to Claudia's dorm and knocks on the door*

[The Count]

*Meanwhile...
UD: Shame really.
Count: What is?
UD: They never got to one of the better parts of RHPS.
Count: Which one?
UD: The song Janet sings about being a "creature of the night".
Count: Ah yes... Vell, maybe they'll get to it... Ewentually.

[BeakerSqueedom]

Claudia: Comes to the door red-faced, sweating
Oh, hi Ailie! Um...hold on!
Closes the door swiftly, putting away the equipment...as the room is a mess with barbells

Blind Pew: Zyes?
Opens the door

Claudia: So what's up? Sorry I was busy!
Exercise! <3

[WhiteRabbit]

Ailie: *smiles at UD and the Count and lowers her voice* I only sing that to Animal... ;) <3

Dr. Teeth: *keeps knocking on the door even after it's opened*

Ailie: Hi Claudia, Hi Blind Pew! =) I was wondering if Bunsen was around, I sort of have a problem and I figured since he's a scientist, he'd be the best person to go to...

Dr. Teeth: *hums nonchalantly and fidgets with his hat* Fruit by the foot?

[The Count]

*Both blink... Huh? Aw, some guys... *Minds wander to their own ghouls. *Bat leaves a note for Squeeky saying...
If you want your brother to live, then post that chapter of fic... Quick.
Signed: Wouldn't you like to know?
Mwahahahahahahahahahaha!

PS: What? I actually wrote out my own evil laughter?

[BeakerSqueedom]

Bunsen: We may need the other half of the brain, my dear.
Otherwise this will prove difficult to accomplish as the human brain is a most vulnerable or-

Dr. Van Neuter: Move melonhead!
This can only be done by me.
Ok, doll, the musician lost his brain...
Where is it?

Bunsen: Oof! Pushed aside

Blind Pew: I zhink ze pet ate it...
If I heard correctly.

Dr. Van Neuter: Sighs loudly
Whatever.
Let's get to work.
Grabs Dr. Teeth and stuffs him onto a cot

[BeakerSqueedom]

*Both blink... Huh? Aw, some guys... *Minds wander to their own ghouls. *Bat leaves a note for Squeeky saying...
If you want your brother to live, then post that chapter of fic... Quick.
Signed: Wouldn't you like to know?
Mwahahahahahahahahahaha!

PS: What? I actually wrote out my own evil laughter?

Claudia: O_O I MUST SAVE HIM!
Runs to her laptop, trying her best to catch up with her muse

[WhiteRabbit]

Ailie: Yeah, uh, Chamberlain accidently fed it to Fizzgig...are you sure you know how to do it, Dr. Van Neuter? *skeptical* Maybe you should let Bunsen help...

Dr. Teeth: O_o Candy?

[BeakerSqueedom]

Dr. Van Neuter: Um, get out!
I'm operating! And somehow I see...a finger...in there..

Claudia: O_O

Dr. Van Neuter: Whatever.
Continues prodding

Claudia: Shoos the gang out
The prissy one says out. >/
Is shoved out, too
HEY!

[WhiteRabbit]

Ailie: All right, all right... *exits*

Dr. Teeth: *calls* Ailie! Candy? *glares indignantly at Dr. Van Neuter and kicks him hard* I want candy! *crawls off of the operating table*

[BeakerSqueedom]

Dr. Van Neuter: Oh, why you little-
OH! OH! MY TENDERS! OH! THAT HURTS!
OOOOHHH! Falls over, sucking his thumb

Composta: Carries the dimwitted musician and places him back on the cot, strapping him to it.
Haha, Pumpkin got hit <3.

Dr. Van Neuter: THAT LITTLE CRA-

Bunsen: My, my, must your words strike like a knife?
Be careful, Phillip!

Beaker: MEE MEEE
Scared as he sinks his head into his labcoat

[WhiteRabbit]

Dr. Teeth: *tries to bite Composta as she straps him to the cot* NO! I DON'T WANNA GET A SHOT! NO! AILIEEEE!

Ailie: *listening to No Doubt in the other room on her CD player*

Dr. Teeth: *screams* NO! NO! NO! NO! NOOOOO! *squirms* *starts crying* Don't hurt me! No shot, pleeeease... *gazes sideways at Bunsen* O_O

[BeakerSqueedom]

Bunsen: Looks to his twiddling fingers nervously, avoiding his frightened gaze. He stifles a groan as sympathy swells gradually within. He sees the struggling muppet before fiddling with his tie.
Oh, oh, Phillip, are you certain you want to carry on with this? There must be some other way...

Beaker: Mee mee mee...
Trembling at the sight

Dr. Van Neuter: Fine, fine...
Frees him grudgingly

Composta: So what you gonna say?
Can't fix him?

Bunsen: ...Doup?

[WhiteRabbit]

Dr. Teeth: YES! *huggles Bunsen* Thankses you! You're a nice, baldy manhead. *gives him a noogie* I want some doup! I want some doup! Doup! I like alphabet doup! *smashes into a wall* Doup...yes...*goes unconscious*

Ailie: *calling* Hey, you guys? I'm going to go stalk Animal or fly to Mars or something so can you watch the keyboardist while I'm gone? I'd hate for him to get hurt or break something. 'Kay, thanks. *leaves* Animal, Animal, An-i-mal...

[Winslow Leach]

Newsie is still clad in his skimpy Rocky Horror costume.

Tony: Ugh! Must you keep prancing around like that? Rocky Horror party time is over! Man, that was so yesterday!

Newsie: But they haven't even created me yet!

Tony: Er...aren't you cold?

Newsie: No...why?

Tony: Would you please change? Or at least put on a robe?

Newsie: What's the matter, Tommy? Am I too...manly for you?

Tony (rolls eyes) Yeah, that's it, Bubbles...

Newsie begins "posing" as if he was Arnold Schwarzenegger.

Newsie: Admit it, Hemingway, I'm too sexy for myself!

Crazy Harry screams in frustration...he lights a bomb...and blows himself up.

Tony: Now look what you did!

Newsie: Meh...

Lefty opens the door; steps into room; catches sight of Newsie; turns and exits room, shutting door behind him.

Newsie (singing) I'm so vain, I know this song was written about me...

[WhiteRabbit]

Chamberlain: *strokes Fizzgig while snickering and propping his feet up on the couch* Finally, no more interruptions...

Fizzgig: *snarls and bites him*

[Winslow Leach]

Lefty comes back into the room; Newsie is still posing...but of course, it is pathetic, as he is a shrimpy little fellow with zero muscle.

Newsie: I AM THE GREATEST!

Lefty pulls a bazooka out of his coat.

Lefty: Dis has gone on far enough!

Newsie: Eeep!

Lefty fires; Newsie is pelted with beanbags; he stumbles and falls. The beanbag barrage continues...

Newsie: Stop! Stop! Okay, okay! You win! Oof! I promise I'll...owie! I promise I'll turn into my usual boring self, if you'll just stop...OUCH! hitting me with your beanbags of death!

Lefty: Fuhgeddaboudit! I ain't gonna stop till I runs outta ammo! I rented dis from an out-a-woik soycus clown, and I intend ta get my full enjoyment! Riiiiiiiiiiiiiight!

[Muppet Newsgirl]

Storyteller: What in Fraggledom's name is Lefty up to now?
Scooter: Oh, I don't know...probably terrorizing people with a rented bazooka.
Beige: Bazookas...what ever happened to a good honest rock fight?
Erin: These days, Beige, it's probably as popular as kissing a poison cackler.
Nora: (hanging up phone) That was my sister. The cookie sale's over, and the troop sold 849 boxes.
Storyteller: Oooh, impressive. And how many of those were Heather's?
Nora: 119, which makes her the seller of the year. She's going to be insufferable.

[WhiteRabbit]

Ailie: *leaves reluctantly for school, unaware how hard of a job she's placing Claudia's roomies in* I hope they'ved fixed him by the time I get back...

ooc: No, not really. XD

Dr. Teeth: *pushes all the buttons in the lab*

[BeakerSqueedom]

The room catches fire from Dr. Teeth's planned out destruction in the lab. As everyone was used to this, they queitly grab a few fire extinguishers to calm the fire. As usual ashes covered their surroundings in a most unpleasant way.

The tall muppet with the wife mustered a nasty grin, a grin so fowl, he began to twitch. He speeds off after Dr. Teeth saying the unforgivables loudly through the hall.

Bunsen: Oh my stars! Mrs. Van Neuter, I'm certain you could soothe him somehow? Calm his nerves, perhaps? What with your lady-like charm and admirable kindness?

Composta: She examines a puffy flower innocently, titling her head to the side.
In my world, everyone pony where eat rainbows...

Claudia: ...And poop butterflies!
Smiles childishly

Bunsen: Oh goodness, you girls didn't...

Composta: DID!

Claudia: HORTON HEARS A WHOOOO!
Does Katie's infamous on-the-crack face with the googly eyes and the little dance in going into a magical bush
Ahhhh... @o@ LOL (http://youtube.com/watch?v=xJkaKAIl_Fc)

Beaker: Meeep...sighs

[Beakerfan]

(OOC: Horton hears a who was awesome! I love Dr. Seusse!)

Bean: *runs down the hall holding a sign that reads "I am Sam"*

Alex: What is Bean doing now?

Bean: *runs back holding "Sam I am"*

Floyd: Oh, no! We're not going to play Dr. Seusse?
If so, will someone please bring me a noose!

Alex: Oh, Floyd, have some fun!
Quit acting like such a nun!

Sweetums: Must we speak in rhyme?
I would much rather suck on a lime!

Bean: These rhymes are not the best,
But Sweetums, surely you jest!
Forgive me for being such a pest,
But really, do give it a rest!

Alex: *takes a book off the shelf*
I would prefer to not read by myself,
Come now! It will be good for your health!

The five roommates sit around her as she prepares to read.

[BeakerSqueedom]

(It was!)

Bunsen: We must not speak in rhyme,
take a gander at the time!

Many things to do,
for a busy little who.

Creating thousands of things,
as much as the canary sings!

Causing insanity,
amongst the sanity.

Claudia: Stop it or I'll pop it.

[The Count]

*Emerges from Claudia's time machine, clutching on to a half a brain, belonging to the Mayhem's keyboardist and rescued from the maws of a whatever Fizzgig is before he could devour it as his breakfast.
*Plunks the cerebral cortex carefully inside a jar marked and labelled for Van Neuter to find and complete the procedure.
*Exits the laboratory en route back downstairs to plot next character to add to my castle count.

[BeakerSqueedom]

Claudia: Hops on Eddie's back giddily
What's the next character? Huh? Huh? :3
YAY! FREE RIDE!
Falls off stupidly...gets up hurriedly

[The Count]

*Turns and grabs Claudia in a fearful hug... Please! You're my last hope Obekie Squee kaweekie! *Sad over the loss of Sean and now Lisa. Need fic updates... *Weeps a little affected by the news of such a cruel April Foolery.

[redBoobergurl]

Beth: I so dislike April Fools Day
Abby: Yeah, everyone's leaving too
Beth: I hope it's just a cruel joke that some of these people are leaving, but if not, I wish them all well
Red: You won't leave us right?
Beth: I could never do that!
Wanda: Oh good
Mokey: Yeah, that is good

[Katzi428]

Rositarunning up to meKathyKathyKathyKathyKathy!
Whoa!Rosita,slow down!Sit,take some deep breaths and tell me what's wrong.
Rositacatching her breath a bit at a time You're...not...leaving.....are you?
What?Of course not you silly girl! What gave you that idea?
Rosita:Well,some others seem to be.:(
Rosita..what day is today?
Rosita:Tuesday.
What date?
Rosita:April first.Wait! It's April Fools' Day!
Right!People play jokes on each other sometimes on April Fools' Day!Remember last year? You and Prairie put fake cat you know what on the floor to make me think Gaffer did something there? And I got even with you by putting toothpaste that made your teeth green?
Rosita:That's right! I just hope that the people who said they're leaving are just kidding with us.
Me too,Rosita..me too.

[WhiteRabbit]

Dr. Teeth: No shot... *crawls under a table to hide from Dr. Van Neuter and tosses a bunch of glasses filled chemicals onto the floor*

Zoot: *wanders into the lab for a lack of anything better to do* *smugly* So, how's it coming along, Bunsen?

[BeakerSqueedom]

Bunsen: Jumps in fright
Oh, forgive me! It doesn't seem to be going too well I'm afraid. His reluctance caused quite a stir...

Wait, don't touch that!
That's the Bunsonium!
Do watch for that!
BE GENTLE!
Oh, dear, this is overwhelming!

Dr. Van Neuter: YOU LITTLE BRAT!
I'm SOOO going to kick your-
Captures him in his arms, dragging him to the cot

[WhiteRabbit]

Dr. Teeth: *bites Neuter and shoves him off* NO! *sulks on the cot, crossing his arms*

Zoot: Aw, Neuter, you don't have to be so hard with him. *smirks slightly and scratches the keyboardist's head*

Dr. Teeth: =) *pulls fishnets out of nowhere* Look what I founded under your bed.

Zoot: O_O How did you--I mean, those aren't mine... *smiles weakly at the others and turns away, the smile becoming a grimace of rage as he snatches the tights back*

[BeakerSqueedom]

Dr. Van Neuter: Um, Co-Composta, did you...?

Composta: Slaps him hard
NO!

Claudia: D: Oh gosh, my mind is ruined.

Bunsen: It's alright, Mr. Zoot...
I'm sure we can let this little mistake slide!
We won't tell...tsstsst!

Dr. Van Neuter: I'm not gonna put his brain back in place.
He totally ruined my lab...and yours, too, Melonhead!

Bunsen: Yes, yes, we will have a long day, I'm sure...

Claudia: Bunnnniiiieeee
Carries him, smothering him in snuggles

Bunsen: Ms. Claudia, that's vey kind of you, but there is a situation...and...Goodness! You've cut off my circulation!

Beaker: Snickers

[Beakerfan]

Sweetums: *walks into the lab, wearing a lab-coat that is no where near big enough for him* Does someone need a strong hand? I can hold him down for you if you like! *looks excited*

Bean: Can I help too?

Sweetums: No, I think you had better watch....

[WhiteRabbit]

Zoot: *a bit insanely* You better not or else--O_o *dodges out of Sweetum's way*

Dr. Teeth: *cocks his head at Sweetums* o_O *pulls a chunk of his fur out* Don't. touch. meh. *edges away*

[Beakerfan]

Sweetums: OUCH! *rubs the spot where the fur was pulled out* Why you...

Bean: Uh-oh.... Dr. Teeth had better get his brain back quick. He's gonna have the whole dorm mad at him!

Sweetums: *grabs Dr. Teeth and holds him up, staring angrily at him* Would you hold still? And quit pulling my hair out!

[WhiteRabbit]

Dr. Teeth: Mmmm...*blinks* No! *socks him in the nose* Ooh...a bunny! I like bunnies! *tries to reach for Bean*

Zoot: *trembling, grabs him by the hand and runs to the back of the lab* *in a hiss* Are you asking for a death wish?

Dr. Teeth: No...but I would like pack of twizzlers if you have that. =D

[BeakerSqueedom]

Bunsen: Okie-dokiee, now that they are gone...

Beaker: Mee.

Bunsen: Yes. That sounds delightful.

[WhiteRabbit]

Zoot: Okay, I think the coast is clear. Let's just go back to our own dorm, maybe Ailie has a solution--HEY! Put that back right now!

Dr. Teeth: *cringes from being yelled at and starts to place the glass of chemicals back on the shelf* <_< *has second thoughts and tosses it at Zoot*

Zoot: *gets splashed with it and screeches* *grows fangs and loses his remaining hair* *develops webs between his fingers*

Dr. Teeth: Ewwww...wanna be friends?

Zoot: *snarls at him*

Dr. Teeth: *backs away* O_o

[BeakerSqueedom]

Dr. Van Neuter: Screeches like a woman at the sight of Zoot, and runs off.
OOOOOOAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Bunsen: ...It was nice knowing you, Beaker.

Beaker: Salutes dramatically

[WhiteRabbit]

Dr. Teeth: *crawls onto the operating table and watches Zoot wreck the place contentedly*

Zoot: *latches onto Bunsen's back and tries to bite him and snap his glasses*

[BeakerSqueedom]

Bunsen: OOF! No, no, you mustn't do that!
I beg you! Oh, you dreadful thing!
Falls over from the constant struggle, gasps as he notices his labcoat cut up.
Dear me, that was my last labcoat! I feel ever so bare...even though I clearly have a vest on and the like....but without my signature coat...I feel stripped of my pride!

Beaker: Meee mee meee meeee...meee....
Rocks back and forth in a corner

Claudia: Tackles Zoot into a barrel roll
THIS IS SPARTAAAAAAAAA!

Composta: Answering phone
No, this Composta...

[WhiteRabbit]

Dr. Teeth: NO, THIS IS PATRICK!

Zoot: *shrieks and tries to break out of Claudia's grip* Don't hurtses us...we didn't mean it...preciousss... *pretends to go limp to trick her*

[BeakerSqueedom]

Claudia: Ok, Zoot.
Good boy, come with us...

Bunsen: I prefer to reside in the corner, if that is alright.

Beaker: Mee mee mee. :3

[WhiteRabbit]

Zoot: *laughs insanely and bites into Claudia's arm*

Dr. Teeth: HEY! NOT CLAUDIA! ;_; *whacks Zoot with a brick*

Zoot: O_O? *goes unconscious*

[Beakerfan]

Alex: *staring sadly at the trap door* ........

Animal: *lying on his back, staring at the ceiling and blowing spit bubbles*

Floyd: *staring at an unfinished crossword puzzle*

Janice: *staring at some sheet music*

Sweetums: *staring at Zoot with his mouth open*

Bean: *hiding behind Composta*

[WhiteRabbit]

Zoot: *regains consciousness* O_O *grins nastily at Sweetums* >=D

Dr. Teeth: *holds him back*

[Beakerfan]

Sweetums: *determinedly walks over to Zoot and hits him on the top of his head with his fist, knocking him out again*

[WhiteRabbit]

Zoot: Ack! X_X Uhhhhh...

Dr. Teeth: *drags him over to Bunsen's operating table quietly*

[Erine81981]

Oscar: *pops out of his can* Now who can i play a trick on? Hmmmmmmmmm.......?

[BeakerSqueedom]

Bunsen: Open wide, Mr. Zoot!
Opens Zoot's mouth, sliding in a strange chemical

Blind Pew: A salute to our lost fiend!
Raises his sword

Dr. Van Neuter: Bye, bye, you guys.

Claudia: Now, let's check on Zoot and see if the cure worked.

[WhiteRabbit]

Zoot: *stirs and wakes up* Hi guys, what's n--why is everybody staring at me? And why am in the lab? *feels his head* AND WHY AM I TOTALLY BALD? *pants a few times* Eh, I'll worry about it later. *snuggles against the operating table and falls back asleep*

Dr. Teeth: =D Hey, it worked! Bunsen be's wicked smart! *crawls onto the cot next to Zoot* Fix?

[Erine81981]

Oscar: *dirty broken lightbulb appears above his head* I got it! I will go to sweet cheeks and then to science freak. I got the perfect plan to get them for this day. Heh heh heh heh heh heh.....*lid close and two little green furry grungy feet appear below the trashcan and walks off*

Over in room 26.........

You got me Herry. You really got me good.

Herry: I thought if i told you that the Muppet Show season 3 wasn't coming out you would get mad.

Yep you were right. Good one.

Herry: I know, i know.

[BeakerSqueedom]

Dr. Van Neuter: Alright, kiddo.
I promise you won't feel a thing.
You'll be smart again, soon.

Dr. Teeth undergoes surgery.


[An hour later]

Bunsen: You did well!
Was this even possible?

Dr. Van Neuter: I don't know...
then again, we're muppets, we never make sense.
For example, why the heck do we have fingers in our bodies?

Bunsen: I suppose that is for us to discover!

Claudia: O_O

[WhiteRabbit]

Dr. Teeth: *sits up and rubs his head* Ugh, what time is it? Where am I? Who am I? 144?

Zoot: *cocks his head* O.o

Dr. Teeth: Heh heh, nah, I'm just kiddin' with you all. =D Thanks for fixing my brain, you guys! *looks over at Zoot and stifles a laugh* Ya okay, Zoot!

Zoot: Are you really back to normal again?

Dr. Teeth: *beams* Yes!

Zoot: ^_^ *throws himself against Dr. Teeth* Yes! <333 I've missed you so much! Mmm... *clings and huggles*

Dr. Teeth: *smiles weakly* Me too, Zoot. *tries to squirm away*

[BeakerSqueedom]

Bunsen: A sweet ending to a bitter day!

Blind Pew: Zhamn it, ze leetle keyboardist iz szmart again.
Claudia, my pet, lez go for a stroll!

Claudia: O_O Hides under the bed

Dr. Van Neuter: Finally, he's hip again!

Blind Pew: Pushes Dr. Teeth and Zoot out the door

[The Count]

*Rocks dorms like a fiend out of the fog, clouds rolling and thunder rumblin'. Yaey! Modem work again! *Thunderous clap as a bolt of lightning blasts off in the distance.

Noone is safe from the wratherry of the Count!
Mwahahahahahaha!

[Erine81981]

Oscar: *peeking out of his can* This is going to be good. *comes out of his can a little more, talks to himself* She's going to open her door and then the string that is attached to her doornob will pull the string and then poor all that trash all over her. I can't wait.

Over in room 26.........

HA! HA! Got you Bruce. *pointing at Bruce's head*

Bruce: *covered in water* Ky-le!

Come on Bruce. It's April Fools day. I had to get someone.

Bruce: You didn't have to you wanted.

Well...*giggles a little*...your right. *looks at Bruce* Ok man. Come on. We'll go dry you off in the laundry room.

[BeakerSqueedom]

Claudia: Whistles happily
Be back! Try not to destroy the room again!
Slowly turns the doorknob...

Blind Pew: I heard ze szound on ze other side!
No, iz a plot! A terrible plot! Come back to ze safety of ze Pew!

Claudia: You're hearing things now?
Opens the door, walking a step foward
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
Is piled on by trash filth
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
IT'S EATING ME ALIVE!
THE GERMS ARE EATING ME ALIIVVVEE!

[The Count]

*Sensing her distress, bat-glider wings fly out of the cloud cover, rushing upwards to Room #22. *Instantly, the shower jets turn on, clensing der Squeaker of the trashy germies... And accidentally washing the grouch, can and all back to the common room with a tidal wave of drenching rain

[BeakerSqueedom]

Claudia: Heehee, the joke's on you, Grouchie! :3
I wonder if Ed saw the latest chapter...

Beaker: Mee mee mee?

Claudia: O_o Yup, I'm wet.

[The Count]

*Bat-Wave tracker emits a ringing alert, notifying the murcielagous master as to the posting of fanfic updatery. *Flaps over in a flurry of frightedness.

[Erine81981]

Oscar: Heh heh heh heh heh heh........you have been April Fooled, science freak. *shuts his trashcan lid and walks back to the corner by the window in floor 2*

*opens the door* Muppet Dorms has been brought to you by the letter "F" and by the number "1". Muppet Dorms is a production of the Muppet Central Forms.

Good night out there and hope everyone had a wonderful and fun April Fools day. Bye. *shuts the door and a loud crash is heard from inside room 26* Bruce! I'll get you for that.

[Beakerfan]

Alex: *asleep in the overstuffed chair, snuggled next to Animal*

Sweetums: *puts Bean to bed, then picks up Alex and Animal and goes to sleep with them in his lap*

Floyd: *takes off his sunglasses and turns out the light*

[WhiteRabbit]

Ailie: It's so great you guys are back to normal, although I would've liked to have Zoot when he morphed but seeing him completely bald gives me a good idea of what happened...

Zoot: *tugs down on his hat, nervously* Let's not go there...

Ailie: *smiles* It'll grow back. So, d'you guys want to come to school with me? It's gonna be a block day but--

Dr. Teeth: D'you have English with that se--er, I mean love kitten again? *hides from the censors*

Ailie: Miss Partridge? Yup! =D

Dr. Teeth: <3 Yes! I'm drivin'! *backflips, grabs his hat, and leads them out*

[Winslow Leach]

Lefty pops his head through the trap door.

Lefty: 'Ey! 'Ey! 'Ey goil what Tony likes...kin ya do me a favor? Would youse mind...(looks both ways, then whispers)...givin' me a makeover? I hoid of da way ya made over yer roomies da other night, an' frankly, I'm quite impressed...riiiiiiiiiight! I'd like da woiks, if ya don't mind...including da eyelashes...riiiight! Oh, and as fer da wig...I was tinkin'...maybe a coily blonde one? I tink dat would go best wit my complexion, don't you? I taught maybe--

Tony pops up.

Tony: Alex, I'm really sorry he disturbed you like this, I had no idea he was...hey...why the long faces? Why so glum?

Lefty quickly disappears.

He wasn't trying to sell you anything, was he? Why do you seem so sad? Is there anything I can do to help?

[Beakerfan]

Alex: *rolls her eyes and turns her chair so the back is facing Tony*

Animal: GRRRRR! *looks protectively at Alex*

Floyd: Down Animal! Down! *to Tony* Hey, man. You know, I think she's a little upset about something right now. Can't figure out what, but Sweetums DID burn the oatmeal this morning, heh heh.

Animal: Fi-yah..... *covers his nose*

Sweetums: It only caught on fire a little! And the smell will go away! Besides, I don't think that's what Alex is upset about....

[Winslow Leach]

Tony climbs into Alex's room, and kneels by her chair.

Hey...hey, sweetie...this is because of my April Fools joke, isn't it? (takes Alex's hands in his) I'm really sorry. I had no intention of hurting you...look into my eyes. See the sincerity? I promise I won't do anything like that again. Okay?

Lefty (from below) Ask 'er about my makeover!

Tony: Excuse me a moment...

Tony shuts the trap door.

He stands behind Alex and gently massages her shoulders.

Tony: Relax, sweetie. Please. Close your eyes and relax. I'm not going anywhere. I will be with you always. Just relax...

[BeakerSqueedom]

Dr. Van Neuter: Hey, I want wanna those, big boy!
Appears right next to Tony with a smirk.

Blind Pew: Ignore ze idiot...
Drags him away from the two.

Bunsen: Tsstsstsst!
Realizes he's in the middle of Alex's room...
Pardon me! Hmmhmm, just pretend I'm not here...
I am a figment of your imagination....a mere fancy!
Takes a couple of steps back, rubbing his arm uncomfortaby.
Alex, dear, thank you for the band-aid!
Speedily walks out the door.

[WhiteRabbit]

Ailie: *slides into her dorm with Dr. Teeth and Zoot close behind her* How fun was school today?

Zoot: There was a fire drill, Ailie. =P

Ailie: Exactly! And it postponed my French exam to Friday!

Dr. Teeth: Chouette! =)

Ailie: I'm so psyched now, I seriously can't wait for spring break! *runs over to her drumset and fools around a bit*

Chamberlain: *entering the room* I've arrived to destroy the happy!

Zoot: *blows a loud note on his sax in Chamberlain's face* Too late.

Chamberlain: *tries to snatch it away*

Ailie: *throws a guitar at Chamberlain* It's a shame you had to foil your own plan by walking in, now you have to play with us!

Chamberlain: NOOOOO! X_X *strums begrudgingly*

Zoot: *gets his sax replaced with a tambourine*

Dr. Teeth: Ah, ba ba ba ba Barbara Ann

All: Ba ba ba ba Barbara Ann

Dr. Teeth: Oh Barbara Ann, take my hand
Barbara Ann
You got me rockin' and a-rollin'
Rockin' and a-reelin'
Barbara Ann ba ba
Ba Barbara Ann

Ailie: Went to a dance, lookin' for romance
Saw Barbara Ann, so I thought I'd take a chance
With Barbara Ann, Barbara Ann
Take my hand
You got me rockin' and a-rollin'
Rockin' and a-reelin'
Barbara Ann ba ba
Ba ba ba ba black sheep

Ba ba ba ba Barbara Ann

All: Ba ba ba ba Barbara Ann

Barbara Ann, take my hand
Barbara Ann
You got me rockin' and a-rollin'
Rockin' and a-reelin'
Barbara Ann ba ba
Ba Barbara Ann

Dr. Teeth: Tried Peggy Sue
Tried Betty Lou
Tried Mary Lou
But I knew she wouldn't do
Barbara Ann, Barbara Ann
Take my hand
Barbara Ann
Take my hand
You got me rockin' and a-rollin'
Rockin' and a-reelin'
Barbara Ann ba ba
Ba Barbara Ann

All: Ba ba ba ba Barbara Ann
Ba ba ba ba Barbara Ann
Barbara Ann
Take my hand
Barbara Ann
You got me rockin' and a-rollin'
Rockin' and a-reelin'
Barbara Ann ba ba
Ba Barbara Ann

Ailie: Barbara Ann, Barbara Ann
Oh, Barbara Ann, Barbara Ann
Yeah, Barbara Ann, Barbara Ann
Barbara Ann, Barbara Ann
You got me rockin' and a-rollin'
Rockin' and a-reelin'
Barbara Ann ba ba
Ba Barbara Ann

All: You got me rockin' and a-rollin'
Rockin' and a-reelin'
Barbara Ann ba ba
Ba Barbara Ann

You got me rockin' and a-rollin'
Rockin' and a-reelin'
Barbara Ann ba ba
Ba Barbara Ann

One more time
You got me rockin' and a-rollin'
Barbara Ann
Woah
You got me rockin'
You got me rollin'
Oh, Barbara Ann

~The three cheer while Chamberlain curls up in fetal position~

[Winslow Leach]

OOC:

Guys, Claudia won't be able to post on MC for a week or two. So her roomies need temporary shelter.

Won't you please reach out, and give this (holds up Bunsen by the neck) Bunsen a home? Or how about a Pew? No home is complete without your very own Pew!

Here's who's available:

Bunsen
Beaker
Phil Van Neuter
Composta (Phil's wife)
Peepers (Beaker's pet Muppaphone)

[Beakerfan]

OOC: *jumping up and down frantically* Ooh, I'll take Beaker and Peepers!

[Beakerfan]

Floyd: Tonight was brought to you by the letter.....

Animal: *doing a drumroll, hits the snare as a letter "A" appears above him* Aaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

Floyd: And by the number.....

Animal: *beats out 6 beats* SIX!

Floyd: Muppet Dorms is a Muppet Central production. *turns out the light*

[Winslow Leach]

OOC: If no one else wants him, I'll take in Bunnie-Hunnie-don't...:confused:

[Winslow Leach]

Knock on door. Tony throws down the magazine he's been reading, hops off his bed, and opens the door.

Lefty stands in the doorway...clad in a clown outfit. He wears a bright yellow, one-piece satin clown suit spotted with pink polka-dots, front and back. The front has four large blue furry 'buttons." He wears enormous slap-shoes. His face is painted pure white, with large, exaggerated rouge highlights on his cheeks. His lips are painted in a bright red smile. His eyes are exagerratedly painted, and look somewhat larger than usual. He wears a bright orange fright-wig, topped by a battered stovepipe hat. He wears a pair of large white gloves, and carries a bunch of balloons in his fist.

Tony: Oh no...

Lefty (affecting a goofy "clown voice") Hello, sonny! Dis is yer Uncle Checkers, riiiiiiiiiiiiiiight! May I enter your humble domain, an' spread what ya calls mirth an' merriment around?

Tony walks away from the door, and leaps back onto his bed. He puts his arms behind his head on the pillow, and stares up at the trap door.

Lefty enters the room, and does a little two-step; Tony doesn't look at him. Lefty does a more elaborate dance, ending in a "ta-da" pose; Tony doesn't look at him.

Lefty (sings and dances)

Aw, my name is Checkers
Da jolliest clown
I've come 'ere ta cheer youse
When youse is so down

'Cause I'm Checkers, Checkers
Da jolliest clown
I kin dance, I kin sing
I kin waddle like a duck
Do most anytin'!

Checkers, Checkers
Da jolliest clown
No need ta fear me, no need ta have fright,
'Cause I'm gentle, I'm funny,
Cute and cuddly, riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight!

Lefty: Well?

Tony: Well what?

Lefty: Whaddaya tink, Spuds?

Tony: I...Spuds? What the--

Lefty: I came up wit da biggest brainstorm of my career...riiiiiiight...children's entertainer...and not just any children's entertainer...a clown!

Tony: Oh...are you supposed to be a clown? I never would have guessed.

Lefty: Shaddap, weisenheimer.

Tony: Where'd you get the costume? And don't tell me it fell off a truck.

Lefty: Dis? Nah. I happened ta be walkin' past a soycus...apparently a soycus is comin' ta town, 'cause dere were people settin' up tents an' stuff...riiiiiiiiiiiiight...I 'appened ta walk by a trailer whose door was open. I saw dis little baby (referring to outfit) hangin' up. Looks like somebody...er..."forgot" it...riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight...so I decided ta give it a good home...kin youse believe someone left an autentic clown outfit in a trailer? Dey even left dere makeup, which I have lathered all over my puss.

Tony: So...you stole that outfit and makeup...

Lefty: SHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! I didn't steal it...I found it, on accounta someone left it dere...

Tony: You just told me they were setting up for the circus.

Lefty: Riiiiiiiiight...

Tony: What would an "abandoned" clown outfit be doing in a trailer on the grounds where a circus is currently being put up?

Lefty: Because...uh...no, ya see...ya don't understand, 'cause...well...don't clowns wear dere clothes all da time?

Tony: No.

Lefty: Oh.

Tony: Right now there's some talented clown frantically searching for what looks like his rather expensive clothing and make-up.

Lefty (pause) Meh.

Tony: You're something else, you know that?

Lefty: We gots a motto in our business, kid: finders keepers...riiiiiiiiiiight! Now if youse don't mind...I'm gonna go spread mirth an' merriment trewout da dorms, since it's obviously wasted on you!

Lefty twirls, opens the door and leaves.

[Winslow Leach]

Still on his bed, Tony happens to eye Mr. Turtle's empty tank. For the first time in days, he realizes Mr. Turtle has been gone.

Tony: Mr. Turtle!

Tony leaps off his bed, opens the door, and runs down the hall to Ailie's room.

[Winslow Leach]

From inside Ailie's room...

Mr. Turtle: I cannot believe that dispicable fellow of limited mental means has forgotten me here. I have been stuck with these cretins...I fear my own genius is being sapped by the minute, from breathing the same air as that...that gold-toothed fop...that incoherent...ugh...jazzman...and that horrendous creature known as Chamberlain...UGH!

[WhiteRabbit]

Ailie: *knocks on the door of Winslow's dorm with her roomies tagging along with a mysterious sack*

Zoot: *starts to untie the sack*

Dr. Teeth: Do we have to do this now? It's too soon... =(

Ailie: Yes. They've probably been worried sick about him. *pulls Mr. Turtle out and hands him to Dr. Teeth. His shell is covered in graffiti and he's wearing sunglasses*

Dr. Teeth: Well, it looks like you'll have to go back to your owner now, little buddy. It's gonna be hard to play San Andreas without you. You're my best friend! ;_; *hugs him*

Zoot: Ahem. And who am I? <_<

Dr. Teeth: You're Zoot. Don't tell me you have amnesia as well as narcolepsy.

Zoot: O_O Hmmph! >_>

Chamberlain: *stares at Mr. Turtle in disgust* Can we get rid of him now? I'm tired of him making me feel like an idiot.

Zoot: *mumbleyoudothatonyourownmumble*

[Winslow Leach]

Tony knocks on Ailie's door; no answer. As he heads back to his room, he sees Ailie, Dr. Teeth, Zoot, Chamberlain outside his door.

Tony: Hey guys, I just stopped by your room to pick up...(notices Mr. Turtle in his shades and graffiti-painted shell)...him...

Mr. Turtle: How revolting! (Tony takes Mr. Turtle) Just...just put me in my tank...no...don't say anything...just put me in my tank...

Tony: Er...thanks, guys!

[WhiteRabbit]

Ailie: You're welcome, Tony. =)

Zoot and Chamberlain: Meh...

Dr. Teeth: *cries* ;_;

[Winslow Leach]

Tony carries Mr. Turtle to his tank, and places him into it. Mr. Turtle crawls into a corner, trembling.

Tony: Wanna hear some Mozart? Bach?

Mr. Turtle: Just...let me be...

Door knocks.

Tony: Now what?

Tony opens the door. Dr. Bunsen Honeydew is there, carrying a suitcase.

Tony: Oh hey, Bunsen...I heard you were coming.

Bunsen: Yes. It was very nice of you, Mr. Tony, to take me in while Claudia is away.

Tony: Well...you can have my bed, if you like. I'll sleep on the floor.

Bunsen: Oh no, no, my boy, I wouldn't dream of such a thing! I have come prepared!

Bunsen takes a small package, about the size of a brick, out of his suitcase.

Bunsen: I sleep on this when I am slumbering away from home!

Tony: How do you sleep on that?

Bunsen: Tsssss-ssss-sssst! I don't sleep on it when it's this size, you silly goose! Watch!

Bunsen pulls a small string, connected to the package. Instantly, it inflates into a full-sized mattress.

Bunsen: My latest invention! The comfy-cozy, handy-dandy, take-it-anywhere mattress! For those who tire of sleeping on the floor! And it's as soft and feathery as any brand-name mattress! Observe!

Bunsen lays on the mattress. Immediately, it deflates, causing Bunsen to wind up stuck in between.

Bunsen: Unfortunately, there are some kinks I haven't quite worked out yet...but I can safely say that it is 75% complete!

Tony pulls the scrunched-up Bunsen out of the mattress, which continues to deflate, until it resembles its brick size.

Tony: You sure you don't want my bed?

Bunsen: No, no, no! The mattress will be quite sufficient! Besides, I always wondered what a can of tuna fish felt like...tss-sss-ssssst!

Tony: Heh.

Bunsen: Oh, do you happen to know where Beakie is?

Tony: Yes. He's in the room right above us. Alex will take excellent care of him and Peepers. You can get easy access through that trap door up there.

Bunsen: How lovely!

Tony: Yes, it is convinient.

Bunsen: Mr. Tony, would you mind helping me with the rest of my things?

Tony: The rest...?

Bunsen: Yes. I haven't brought much. Just some essentials. You're a strong, hearty lad. You'll have no problem bringing my equipment in.

Tony: Equipment?

Tony follows Bunsen out into the hall; the area by the door is clustered with much of Bunsen's lab equipment.

Bunsen: After you bring all this in, we can go back to my room, and get the rest...including the time machine!

[WhiteRabbit]

Chamberlain: *sighs in exasperation and starts dragging Dr. Teeth away by lifting his feet over his shoulders*

Dr. Teeth: *clings onto the floor* No! Mr. Turtle...I love you! NOOOOO! ;_;

Zoot: O_O *slaps him across the face*

Dr. Teeth: Ow! X_X Meeeehhhh...

[TogetherAgain]

Lisa: <Wanders in> <looks around> <looks at keys in hand> <wanders over to door> <stares at door> <looks at keys> <looks at door> <unlocks and opens door> <peers in>
Rowlf: <sitting on floor with Swedish Chef, playing cards> <looks at door> <double-take> Well, look who's outta hibernation.
Chef: Shmer? <Looks at door> <rubs "eyes">
Lisa: <steps into room> I, um... <shifts weight> <looks at keys and holds them up> Forgot what this key opened, see, and uh...
Chef: De LEESA?
Lisa: Yeah... Hi guys.
Rowlf: Hi yourself, stranger.
Chef: <Shakes head> <stands up> De RUUUel Leesa?
Lisa: Yes, Chef, the real Lisa. I, um-
Chef: Ya ber sherm, der?
Lisa: Of course I'm sure. Who else would I be? Dorothy?
Rowlf: Dorothy the goldfish? Or the girl from Kansas?
Chef: <Skeptical> Shmer go feevor føød?
Lisa: Peanut butter.
Chef: Küløør?
Lisa: Red, blue, green, depending on my mood.
Chef: Møøvi de film?
Lisa: Don't have one, Chef, you-
Chef: Bøøk?
Lisa: Chef, it's ME, alright? And I don't HAVE a favorite book, and you KNOW that, and-
Chef: <Pokes Lisa's side>
Lisa: <Jumps> EEEEEEEY!
Rowlf: <clamps paws over ears> Yup, that's her alright!
Chef: Ya mehr de høømper schnümbner da shkoow ta bea?
Lisa: <Gasp> Chef! Watch your LANGUAGE!
Chef: Mehr de SHKOOW ta BEA?
Lisa: I- <rubs neck> I've- been busy, and-
Chef: Ya HUH. <Folds arms over chest>
Lisa: Chef...
Chef: Tüü de bøørze für de lüürgen Køøk un de døøg un de hoppity hop-
Lisa: <Hugs Chef> MISSED you, ya naggin' little gibberish cook.
Chef: <Squirmy> Shnüüüür ya düüduh...
Lisa: And you missed me, too...
Chef: Bar de NUR-
Lisa: Ya did too.
Chef: <Sigh> Ya, de müür...
Rowlf: Hey, didja miss me, too?
Lisa: You have no idea. <Pries away from Chef and plops down on the floor next to Rowlf> And boy, do I have an earful for you, when you got the time. <Hugs Rowlf>
Rowlf: Sorry. Too busy.
Lisa: <Scrunches face> <looks around> Hey, where's Robin?
Rowlf: Swamp.
Lisa: Ohh. ...So, um... what'd I miss?
Rowlf: How long since you've been here?
Lisa: ...Um... <squirms> A long time?
Chef: Schimpatembabür.
Rowlf: Oh yeah. Well, um... New dormers, Rocky Horror party-
Chef: MÜÜNDA pürtien parpür.
Rowlf: Holidays, birthdays-
Chef: Khüros, singaden...
Rowlf: Chef tryin' to cook Robin-
Lisa: WHAT?
Rowlf: Twice.
Lisa: CHEF!
Chef: <Retreats>
Lisa: WHY? You KNOW better!
Chef: Bur-
Rowlf: He served his time in the closet. Don't worry about that.
Lisa: Is ROBIN okay?
Rowlf: Course he is.
Lisa: Good.
Rowlf: So what's new on your end?
Lisa: <Shrug> Not much, um... My sister got engaged... I got a new dictionary... whole line of crushes...
Chef: Aww de nüüma Bøøvn.
Lisa: ...Ah- No, actually, NONE of them were named Ben.
Chef: Mm-hm. Køøssi?
Lisa: No.
Chef: Gürn.
Lisa: <Rolls eyes> Anyway, um... <Shrug> Pulled an awesome April Fool's gag-
Rowlf: We heard.
Lisa: That was fun.
Chef: <Shakes head>
Lisa: I think that's about it...
Rowlf: Mm. <Nods> So, you gonna stick around now? Maybe catch up over the weekend?
Lisa: ...Um, well... <clears throat>... I, uh- This weekend, I'm kind of, um...
Rowlf: <Looks at Lisa>
Chef: <Løøks at Lisa>
Lisa: <Squirms> ...Busy...
Chef: <Sighs> <shakes head>
Rowlf: Oh. Well, then, maybe we'll see you in another seven months.
Lisa: It won't be seven months...
Chef: Shnür de shnür du...
Rowlf: So what is it this time?
Chef: Stagen de shø?
Rowlf: Big paper?
Chef: Ya reeder?
Rowlf: Project?
Chef: Teyl de pin?
Rowlf: Family reunion?
Chef: Høøtena døat?
Lisa: Actually, um, uh, <mumbles something>
Rowlf: Beg pardon?
Lisa: <Mumbles something that sounds like "Mow are say class.">
Rowlf: A what kinda class?
Lisa: <Clears throat> A, um- Motorcycle- saftey- class.
Rowlf: <Double-take>
Chef: SHMERGLE?
Lisa: Oh come on! You CAN'T tell me you're surprised.
Chef: Yabben da kan!
Lisa: Okay, so you can. But I won't believe it.
Chef: Füne!
Lisa: Fine!
Rowlf: ...Motorcycle safety, huh?
Lisa: Yup.
Rowlf: So you'll have your license, when you're done?
Lisa: <GRINS> <Shrug> If I pass.
Rowlf: <Nods> ...Don't hurt yourself.
Lisa: Why not? It's a fairly common activity around here. ...Or did that change?
Rowlf: Nope. Gonzo still lives here.
Lisa: That's what I thought. ...I'll try not to get hurt, anyway.
Chef: Gürn.
Rowlf: Y'might talk to Piggy about riding.
Lisa: <Nods> I thought about it. She might have some good advice. So far I've figured out that if I wear my leather jacket when my parents AREN'T around, a lot more guys pay attention.
Chef: ...Ya nøøgen da vicey-tice gar de nøgen batürm.
Lisa: Oh, I know. But she could probably help with that advice, too.
Rowlf: ...<Shakes head>
Lisa: ...What?
Rowlf: ...Welcome back, Lisa.
Chef: Ya, de vilkom de ree de stur.
Lisa: Thanks, guys.

(OOC: ...So, does the fact that this is a REALLY big post make up for my extended absence? :p)

[The Count]

*OOC: Only if you accept this short one as the reason for mine.
*Puts head down. *Modem troubles at home. *Be back soon, Beth's in charge till then.

[Winslow Leach]

The room is now filled to the rafters with Bunsen's scientific equipment. Tony enters, having just come from the shower. He wears a robe, and is drying his hair with a towel. There's hardly any space to move around.

Tony: Er, Bunsen...

Bunsen: Ah, Mr. Tony! Thank you for moving my equipment in here! Now I feel truly at home...(twiddles fingers)

Tony: Yes, well...I worked up quite a sweat moving this junk in here.

Bunsen: And it is much appreciated, my boy!

Tony: Um...are you sure you need everything here? Isn't there something that could be left in your room?

Bunsen: Tssss-ssss-sssst! Oh, my stars! Don't be silly! Of course not! Each piece of equipment has a specific purpose! If you were to eliminate so much as one teensy-weensy little petrie dish, my work would be completely useless!

Crazy Harry (wedged into a corner) Unguff...

Bunsen: Thank you again, Mr. Tony, for allowing me to stay in your room! I promise I will not get in the way!

Tony: Er...yeah...

[WhiteRabbit]

Ailie: *takes her roomies into the common room* Why don't we play another song? I'm definitely stoked for Saturday, it'll be the first time I've seen RHPS at midnight in ages! And you guys are comin' with me.

Chamberlain: Oh no, not again...

Ailie: Mwahahaha...now, how about for a rearrangement we put Zoot on the lead vocals...

Chamberlain: What? He's a quiet as bloody mouse...

Zoot: ...It's true. =(

Ailie: Well, you're not as quiet as Lips and I really want to know how you sing. =) I bet you're good...

Zoot: Well, I...

Dr. Teeth: Come on, Zoot. Don't be afraid... =)

Zoot: Er, well, okay.

Ailie: *starts drumming at a moderate speed*

Chamberlain: *strums*

Zoot: Got a feeling inside
Can't explain
It's a certain kind
Can't explain
I feel hot and cold
Can't explain
Way down in my soul, yeah
Can't explain

All: I said
Can't explain
I'm feelin' good now yeah but
Can't explain

Zoot: Dizzy in the head and I'm feelin' blue
The things you've said well maybe they're true
I'm gettin' funny dreams again and again
I know what it means but

Can't explain
Think it's love
Try to say it to you
When I feel blue

But I can't explain
Can't explain
Yeah hear what I'm sayin' girl
Can't explain

Dizzy in the head and I'm feelin' bad
The things you've said have got me real mad
I'm gettin' funny dreams again and again
I know what it means but

All: Can't explain
Think it's love
Try to say it to you
When I feel blue

But I can't explain
Can't explain
Forgive me one more time now
Can't explain

Zoot: I said I can't explain, yeah
You drive me out of my mind
Yeah I'm the worrying kind, babe
I said I can't explain...

~Ailie and Dr. Teeth cheer at the end of the song and rush over to Zoot while Chamberlain stands back, looking dumbfounded~

[Winslow Leach]

Lefty, as the clown, walks down the hall merrily, singing...

Lefty: I've got a loverly bunch of coconuts...

(random Muppet child walks toward Lefty, in the opposite direction)

Lefty: Why, hello dere! Would youse like a balloon?

(the Muppet child screams in terror, and runs away)

[Winslow Leach]

Bunsen hears the music coming from the common room.

Bunsen: Oh dear, what is that racket?

Tony: I dunno. Sounds like a band in the common room.

Bunsen: Well as long as they keep playing, I find it quite impossible to continue my work! I am going to go down there, and tell those rowdy fellows to be quiet!

Tony: Be cool, Bunsen. They're just having fun.

Bunsen: Tony, my lad, I am the coolest fellow on the planet! Tssss-sssss-sssssst!

Bunsen leaves the room.

Newsie: Are you going to stop him from making a fool of himself, Tommy?

Tony: Tony.

Newsie: Tony.

Tony: I suppose...hang on a sec...

Tony changes into a pair of khakis, sneakers and a short-sleeved polo shirt.

Tony: Wanna come?

Newsie: Why not...

Tony and Newsie exit.

Crazy Harry is still scrunched against the wall.

Crazy Harry: Murphaftug...

[WhiteRabbit]

Ailie: You were wicked good, Zoot!

Dr. Teeth: I knew ya had it in ya, man!

Zoot: Aw, shucks, you guys. Thanks. <3

[Winslow Leach]

Bunsen enters the common room.

Bunsen: All right, you hooligans! I would appreciate some quiet, please! I am doing very important research, and your racket is getting on my nerves! (realizing he may have come on too harsh, Bunsen immediately affects a more friendly tone) Um...(twiddles his fingers)...I would be ever so thankful, friends!

Tony and Newsie enter.

Newsie: Looks like we're too late.

Tony: Yes. Whatever little coolness Bunsen may have possessed is now completely gone!

[WhiteRabbit]

Zoot: *trembles* Do I really sound that bad?

Ailie: Of course not! Bunsen's just a dork who doesn't understand music... =P

Dr. Teeth: Yeah, why don't you show us what you've got, four eyes? *drags Bunsen on stage and shoves the mike into his hand*

Chamberlain: *smirks*

All: *start playing She Blinded Me With Science*

[Winslow Leach]

Bunsen: Oh, dear me, no, please...I...I couldn't...

The song has already begun; Bunsen has no choice but to sing. He nervously clutches the mic, and sings, doing a total white and nerdy dance.

Bunsen: Oh, my stars! I'm glad Beakie isn't here to see this...

(sings)

It's poetry in motion
She turned her tender eyes to me
As deep as any ocean
As sweet as any harmony
Mmmm - but she blinded me with science
"She blinded me with science!"
And failed me in biology
When I'm dancing close to her
"Blinding me with science - science!"
I can smell the chemicals
"Blinding me with science - science!"
"Science!"

And now I shall "shake my booty" as the kids say...

Bunsen indeed shakes his booty...and it's not a pretty sight.

Random Voice (coming from "audience") My eyes!

Bunsen (sings)

But it's poetry in motion
And when she turned her eyes to me
As deep as any ocean
As sweet as any harmony
Mmmm - but she blinded me with science
And failed me in geometry
When she's dancing next to me
"Blinding me with science - science!"
"Science!"
I can hear machinery
"Blinding me with science - science!"
"Science!"
It's poetry in motion...

Oh, dear...

Bunsen dances again; he gets wrapped up in the mic cord, and falls off the stage.

Tony: So...do you think he has gained any of his coolness back?

Newsie: No.

Tony: No, I didn't think so...

[WhiteRabbit]

Ailie: O_O *sets her drumsticks down and backs away slowly*

Zoot: ...Er, wow.

Dr. Teeth: ...

Chamberlain: *excuses himself to the bathroom to throw up*

Dr. Teeth...

Ailie: *waves a hand in front of Dr. Teeth's face*

Dr. Teeth: *twitch* What--was--THAT! *falls to the floor in hysterics* XD XD XD

[Winslow Leach]

Lefty, as the clown, enters.

Lefty (clown voice) Hey kids! It's Uncle Checkers time!

Tony: Oh heavens to murgatroid!

Newsie: Is that...

Tony: Lefty, yeah. You weren't here earlier when he first showed up in that outfit.

Newsie: How could he ever afford something like that?

Tony: Don't ask...

Lefty: Who wants a balloon? (looks at Ailie) How about youse? Would youse like a balloon?

Lefty slowly approaches Ailie...

[Katzi428]

Prairieplaying the piano and singing:
When the whippoorwill is singing in the forest
When the little brook is murmuring a tune
When the mockingbird is chirping in the wildwoods
And a lonely wolf is howling to the moon
When the leaves of the old oak tree start a-rustlin'
And the waterfall makes sounds like woman's tears
When the whole world is filled with mother nature's noises
That's the time to stuff cotton in your ears!
PRAIRIE!:rolleyes:
Prairieand Rosita start giggling
I expected a nice pretty song!YEESH!
Prairie:Oh c'mon Kathy! Rowlf taught me that.I thought it was funny!
Rosita: Si,Kathy. It was funny and you know it.;)
All right...all right...holding up my hands in defeat You two win.:)

[WhiteRabbit]

Ailie: *twitches* CLOWN! *pops the balloon and hides behind her drumset* GO AWAY, CLOWN MAN! I KNOW YOU'RE A GIANT SPIDER UNDERNEATH!

Dr. Teeth: AAAAAAAH! It's Pennywise! *whacks him over the head with Chamberlain's guitar*

Zoot: Go back to the sewers, clown! *pops more of the balloons and tackles Lefty while Dr. Teeth joins*

[Muppet Newsgirl]

Scooter: Hey, guys, didn't we sing "She Blinded Me With Science" once?
Erin: (ice pack on head) Yeah, months ago. And we were supposed to eventually follow up with "Hyperactive" or "Europa."
Nora: But we got sidetracked. How's the headache?
Erin: Still aching, but not bad.
Storyteller: If you wouldn't spend so much time in front of the computer...
Beige: But Storyteller, she gets these every time the semester winds down.
Scooter: I'm still waiting for mine to kick in...but my teachers are supposed to assign us some really mean projects before long.
Nora: Oh, yeah...and I've got some really awful history papers to work on.
Beige: Say, when's that sister of yours getting her cookie seller award?
Nora: I think sometime in a few weeks. And our last order of cookies should arrive soon.

[Winslow Leach]

Lefty, being attacked...

Lefty: Moider! Moider! Why don't nobody love clowns? All I wanted ta do was entertain! Oof! Was dat too much ta ask?

Lefty grabs the guitar from Dr. Teeth.

Lefty: Ha, ha! Da tables have toined, human cheshire cat! Now I'm in control!

Lefty swings the guitar, to keep Dr. Teeth and Zoot at bay.

[WhiteRabbit]

Zoot: EEP! *ducks and hides behind Dr. Teeth* <333

Dr. Teeth: *crosses his arms* <_< I know your little game, clown. Hiding in the sewers and scaring people, you better run... *picks up Zoot's sax and whacks Lefty below the belt before wrapping a wire around his head and electrocuting him*

[Winslow Leach]

Lefty is electrocuted: his arms and legs shoot out, as if he is making a snow angel...standing up. His skeleton can be seen through the electricity.

Lefty: Moooooooooooooooooooooooooommmmmmmyyyyy!

[WhiteRabbit]

Dr. Teeth and Zoot: *laugh evilly*

Ailie: =D YAY! Clown get fried! *dances around him and then takes her roomies back to her dorm for the night*

[Erine81981]

Everyone in room 26 notices the electricity shorting on and off

Must be Bunsan and Beaker again. *goes back to reading a Fan Fic*

[Winslow Leach]

Newsie is reading the paper.

Newsie (reads) Police are baffled at the loss of Buster "Fall on Me Bum" Hackenbush's clown outfit, which was reported missing yesterday morning on the grounds of the Big Cherry Circus, which is currently scheduled to open next week in the area.

"It boggles the mind," said the depressed Hackenbush in a statement yesterday. "I hung the costume up, and went to feed Flippo the seal...I wasn't gone two minutes. When I came back, it was gone."

Before we could get anymore out of Mr. Hackenbush, he broke down in tears, ran into his trailer, and slammed the door behind him.

This reporter rarely posts his own opinions in his stories, but for once he must break the rules, and address himself directly to the thief--or thieves--who have done this to a beloved funnyman, who has entertained countless children and adults. You, sir, are a black-hearted cur; a fiendish, hateful creature; a vile, disgusting, pile of...

(Newsie stops reading)

Wow! I didn't know you could print that word in the newspaper!

Tony: Well, he did win the Pulitzer.

Newsie: Ah, yes.

Tony: Have you seen Lefty?

Newsie: After he came to from his "shocking" behavior last night, heh heh, he went downtown to have the costume secretly cleaned. Apparently some of it was burnt.

Tony: Well, when he gets back, Lefty and I are both going to go down to the circus, and return that outfit.

Newsie: You think Lefty is going to go with you? Anywhere?

Tony: We'll go if I have to handcuff that little monster. He's not getting away with anything this time!

Crazy Harry (still pinned against the wall, due to Bunsen's equipment) Blargh?

[The Count]

*Strolls in whistling the theme to Sesame Street. *Unlocks door to Room #1.
Hi boys and ghouls... Anybody miss me?
Count and UD hug me in greeting: So... Vhat/what kept you?
Computer troubles guys... But it's taken care of. Now then, on to readding everything into the system... And we'll go out to Everybody Eats for dinner tonight.
UD: Before...
Yes, we'll be back in time for Smackdown and the introduction of our champion.
Count beams at the memory from last Sunday when we watched WrestleMania 24 with a few friends and fiends.

OK guys, run along and tell the rest of the gang we're back in business.

[Beakerfan]

Alex: *glaring at Ed's last post*

Sweetums: *grabs her shoulders gently* Alex, caaaaalm down. Take a deep breath..... it's ok. You can still be mad at the rest of the world. But don't take it out on Ed.....

Floyd: What's eating her?

Sweetums: She watched a WWF documentary in class today, and it's got her on this "Anti-Wrestlemania, society is evil" hype....

Floyd: Oh....

Alex: *scowls and begins tearing up her Wrestlemania posters*

[WhiteRabbit]

Chamberlain: *wearing the glasses he stole from Bunsen and tapping his clipboard impatiently* Now repeat after me, you three: A clown is my friend...

Ailie, Dr. Teeth, and Zoot: AAAAAAAAH! Clown!

Chamberlain: *sighs in exasperation*

Ailie: Sorry. Let's try that again.

Chamberlain: A clown is my friend.

All: A clown is my friend.

Chamberlain: A clown will not bite me and throw me in the basement.

Zoot: *breaks into hysterical sobs*

Dr. Teeth: *screeches and falls off of his chair*

Ailie: *eyetwitch* How d'you know, Chamberlain? O_O

Chamberlain: It's just silly, the lot of you with your clownaphobia...

Ailie: It is not! The clowns are the ultimate evil!

Zoot: They want to be the dominate species on the planet earth--

Dr. Teeth: --And they'll destroy us all to make it happen!

All: DESTROY US ALL! DESTROY US ALL! DESTROY US ALL! DESTROY US ALL! DESTROY US ALL! DESTROY US ALL! DESTROY US ALL! DESTROY US ALL! *repeat over and over*

Chamberlain: *snarls in irritation and massages his head*

[Winslow Leach]

Lefty, in his clown costume, knocks on Ailie's door.

Lefty: Yoo-hoos...anybody home?

[Beakerfan]

Alex: *does double-take* Was that a..... clown?

Sweetums: *nobs solemnly* Yup....

[Winslow Leach]

Tony knocks on trap door, with his broom.

Alex? Alex?

[WhiteRabbit]

Dr. Teeth: AAAAAAAAAH! *runs into a closet to hide*

Zoot: Of all the times I wish Crazy Harry was here with his explosives! AAAAAAAAAH! *trips and somersaults into the closet*

Ailie: Wait for meee! *follows them in and slams the closet door*

Chamberlain: *rolling his eyes, he answers the door* Hullo Lefty, what do you want this time?

[Beakerfan]

Animal: *opens the trap door and growls*

Alex: Oh, hi Tony. Animal, let him be! *pulls Animal away from the trap door*

Beaker: *waves* Meepello! *grabs Animal's collar for Alex*

[Winslow Leach]

Lefty, his clown suit neatly cleaned and pressed, and clutching a new bunch of balloons, enters Ailie's room.

Lefty: Okay...I've been spreadin' what youse call mirth an' merriment trewout dese dorms fer almost two days now, and youse guys in here seem ta be unner da impression dat clowns are scary. Well, I am here ta set da record straight...clowns're not scary! In fact, we're merry!

(to Chamberlain)

Oh...and da woid, Einstein, fer fear of clowns is "coulrophobia"...not "clownaphobia!" Peasant!

Lefty does a wacky dance.

Dere. Now was dat scary?

How 'bout dis?

Lefty does a goofy walk, and crashes into a wall; he falls.

Was dat scary? Naw, of course not! It's funny when dat happens ta someone else, right? Riiiiiiiiiiiiight!

An' check dis out!

Lefty pulls confetti out of his pocket and throws it.

Er...okay...so dat one wasn't as funny as da other ones...but it still...kinda...sorta...oh, wait! Yer gonna love dis one!

Lefty turns his back a moment. When he spins around, he has put a pair of red, glowing fake eyes over his own; his mouth is full of sharp, jagged fangs. His entire countenance has changed, as has his voice, which now sounds harsh.

HELLO, KIDDIES! THIS IS YOUR UNCLE PENNYWISE! COME DOWN TO THE SEWERS AND PLAY WITH ME! EVERYTHING DOWN HERE...FLOATS! AAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRGGGHH! IF YOU DON'T LISTEN TO YOUR UNCLE PENNYWISE, I SHALL TAKE YOU FROM YOUR NICE, COMFY BEDS IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT, AND CARRY YOU AWAY TO CLOWNVILLE, WHERE THE RESIDENTS *ALL* LOOK AND ACT LIKE ME! WE PARTICULARLY ENJOY FEASTING ON LITTLE BOYS AND GIRLS...JUST. LIKE. YOU! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

[Winslow Leach]

O_O

Alex...why is Animal growling at me...?:eek:

[BEAR]

(Some of the kids are sitting out in the garden gazing up at the sky, bouncy music starts to play)

Ernie: Aren’t the clouds beautiful? They look like big balls of cotton.
Big Bird: Aww, yeah. I can just sit here all day and watch them drift past.
Bryan: You know, if you use your imagination, you can see all sorts of things in the clouds.
Ernie: What do you see, Bert?

(during this song, Bert tries to speak is constantly being interupted by everyone else's imaginations...)

Bert: Well…I see a—
Big Bird: Mermaid,
Riding on a unicorn.
Rosita: I see an angel
Blowin’ on a big long horn.
Baby Bear: I see Mount Wushmore, Thomas and George
Wavin’ at me.
All: What do you see?
Bert: I see ya—
Red: Dragon,
Charging at an armored knight.
Charge! Charge!
Abby: The Tower of Pizza
Leaning slightly to the right
Cookie: Pizza? Yummy!
Baby Bear: I see Gowiath, half a mile tall,
Wavin’ at me.
All: What do you see?
Bert: I see—
Wanda: A team of twenty milk-white horses
Grover: I see a dinosaur
How cute!
Scooter: I see the Civil War
Rosita: The landing of the Pilgrims
Cookie: Camelot
Prairie: Caesar at the Rubicon
Bert: I see a—
Red: Circus!
Just as plain as anything.
Ernie: The clowns are on now,
Performing in the center ring.
Baby Bear: I see Pwimetheus
Wavin’ at me.
All: What do you see?
What do you see?
Bert: I see—
Mokey: The ceiling of the Sistine Chapel
Ernie: I see the Astrodome
Oscar: I see the fall of Rome (laughs)
Abby: The Pyramid of Ku-fu.
Big Bird: You too?
All: (In harmony)Seven Wonders of the World
Bert: I see a—
Grover: Gargoyle!
Like they have at Notre Dame
Scooter: The sack of carthage
Ernie: And the Dodgers-Yankee game
Go team!
Baby Bear: All twelve apostles
Wavin’ at me
All: What do you see?
What do you see?

Bryan: Well, what do you see, Bert?
Bert: (defeatedly) I was going to say a pigeon and a bottlecap…but I changed my mind.

[WhiteRabbit]

Ailie: NO! *shudders* Just go away, clownman...you're frightening...

Chamberlain: *hums the Killer Klowns theme song under his breath*

Zoot: *crying* ;_; STOP IT! *covers his ears*

Dr. Teeth: *chews on the tips of his fingers nervously* Yeah, it's all scary and--

Zoot: Ohhhh... *faints*

Ailie: *screeches from Lefty's sudden change and picks up a shovel* *starts whacking him over the head repeatedly with an oversized mallet*

Dr. Teeth: *joins her with a shovel and smashes it into Lefty's face like Zero does to Mr. Pendanski in Holes* DIE!

Chamberlain: *watches with amusement*

[Beakerfan]

Alex: Oh, don't mind Animal. He just gets over-protective.

[Winslow Leach]

Lefty: Oof! No, I--oof! I shoulda...explained foist...argh! I was just...owie...I was just givin' youse an example of a stereotypical evil clown! OW! Stop--stop hitting me! I'm fra-gee-lay! Help! Help! Moider! Moider of an innocent, honest salesman! Help! Oof! I'm gonna call da humane society fer....ooohh.....

[Winslow Leach]

Oh, okay...hey, Beaker! Bunsen's down here if you would like to say hello!

Can I come up, Alex?

[WhiteRabbit]

Ailie: *panting, finally stops and throws the mallet aside*

Dr. Teeth: *still slamming the shovel into Lefty* Dat's righ', clown! I'mma whoop yo--

Ailie: Dr. Teeth, remember the children...

Dr. Teeth: Uh right, yer...yer head... *hits him several more times and stuffs him a bag, running out into the hall and throwing him down a flight of stairs*

Ailie: *surveying the bag from the top of the stairs with the keyboardist* You've done well, Zero.

Dr. Teeth: Thanks, Stanley. =D

Ailie: Stanley?

Dr. Teeth: Sorry, I meant Warden--no, Kate Barlow!

Ailie: Much better. =)

Both: *walk back down the hall singing Dig It*

[Beakerfan]

Beaker: *plugs his nose* Nothanksmeep!

Alex: Sure, come on up.

[Winslow Leach]

Newsie approaches Ailie and Dr. Teeth in the hall. Newsie attempts to be hip in the presence of Teeth, but fails miserably.

Newsie: Er...yo...homie...I am up (means down) with you! Nice bong (means bling)...you are one flash ace! Ahem...have you seen Lefty anywhere? Tommy has been looking for him. They're going to return the clown suit Lefty stole from the circus. (holds up three fingers in a "peace" sign) Peace in! Word!

[Winslow Leach]

Tony climbs the ladder into Alex's room.

Tony: Beaker, that isn't very nice!

Hugs Alex.

Hi, sweetie. I heard you're kind of in a funk today. What's the matter?

Tony walks Alex to a chair and seats her; he kneels by her.

Tell me what's wrong. : )

[WhiteRabbit]

Dr. Teeth: ... O_O

Ailie: Hi Newsie, uh, no we haven't. *under her breath* Go easy on him...

Dr. Teeth: *under his breath* Fine. *in a normal voice* Hiya Newsie! =D *slaps him across the face* Ain't seen Lefty in ages...

[Winslow Leach]

Newsie (recoiling from the slap; stunned) Whaaaaaaaaaaa? (frantically squeals like Curly; runs in place) Why you...(gives Dr. Teeth a two-fingered poke in the eye, and sticks out his tongue) Nnnnnnnyeah!

[WhiteRabbit]

Dr. Teeth: ACK! Why, you little-- *throws Newsie down the stairs to join Lefty* Mhm. <_<

Ailie: *sighs and shakes her head* Dr. Teeth, stop with the gangsta attitude.

Dr. Teeth: *in a singsong voice* Stopping... *skips down the hall with her* La la la la la...

[Beakerfan]

Tony climbs the ladder into Alex's room.

Tony: Beaker, that isn't very nice!

Hugs Alex.

Hi, sweetie. I heard you're kind of in a funk today. What's the matter?

Tony walks Alex to a chair and seats her; he kneels by her.

Tell me what's wrong. : )

Beaker: *shrugs, then kneels on the other side of Alex* Meep?

Alex: *give Beaker a strange look* Ssshhhh...... *to Tony* Oh, I'm ok. I was just really upset earlier. My cinema professor showed us this documentary called "Wrestlemania: the Battle for Manhood" today and it just really made me angry that society finds something so vile, perverted, and degrading entertaining. I used to watch WWE every now and then, but after today, no way!

Sweetums: *standing in front of Alex but behind Tony, motions for her to calm down*

[Winslow Leach]

Beaker: *shrugs, then kneels on the other side of Alex* Meep?

Alex: *give Beaker a strange look* Ssshhhh...... *to Tony* Oh, I'm ok. I was just really upset earlier. My cinema professor showed us this documentary called "Wrestlemania: the Battle for Manhood" today and it just really made me angry that society finds something so vile, perverted, and degrading entertaining. I used to watch WWE every now and then, but after today, no way!

Sweetums: *standing in front of Alex but behind Tony, motions for her to calm down*

Yeah, Beaker...shhhh! Riiiiiight! Oh! Er...sorry. Been hanging around Lefty too long...my bad!

So...I guess this explains your torn up Wrestlemania posters, huh?

(Tony puts his arm around Alex, and gently rubs her back; he speaks softly to her)

I totally understand, sweetie. I was never into wrestling myself. Calm down...you'll be okay...and if Lefty even mentions he has somehow come into possession of a pair of scalped tickets to the WWE, I'll wrap him up in his hammock.

[BEAR]

(Ernie and Bert are lying in their beds...)

Ernie: Hey, look, Bert! It's a monkey eating a banana! Khekhekhekhe!
Bert: What?
Ernie: In the clouds, Bert.
Bert: Ernie, it is night time and we are inside. There are no clouds.
Ernie: There are if you use your imagination, Bert. I even see the letter of the day. The letter L.
(A fluffy white L appears above Ernie's head)
Bert: Ernie, you are being ridiculous.
Ernie: What do you see, Bert?
Bert: I don't want to do this anymore, Ernie. I'm not good at it.
Ernie: Come on, Bert. You've gotta see something.
Bert: No, I don't. Now, go to sleep.
Ernie: Okay. Goodnight.
Bert: (murmering to himself) There aren't any clouds in here anyway. It's dark and we're inside.
(suddenly a fluffy white number 6 appears above Bert's head)
Bert: The number 6!
Ernie: What, Bert?
Bert: The number 6! The number of the day is in that cloud right there! How wonderful. What a beautifully numbered cloud it is. Eh-eh-eh-eh!
Ernie: That's great, Bert, but would you please keep your imagination quiet? I'm trying to sleep.
Bert: Oh...


Bryan's voice: Muppet College Dorms is a production of Muppet Central Forums. Goodnight!

[WhiteRabbit]

Chamberlain: *slinks out of his closet to find the whole living room is redecorated to look like a stage* MMM? What's this all about?

Ailie: *pops up in front of the spotlight and points it at Chamberlain* We're working on a set that our dorm's band can play at.

Chamberlain: We have a band? O_O

Ailie: Yes...us 4! =D

Chamberlain: But they already belong to a band...

Ailie: I know, but they can belong to more than one, can't they? And it's not like this is going to be professional or anything...

Chamberlain: That's for sure. So what's this band's name?

Ailie: *motions to the messy painted words on her drumset*

Chamberlain: Da What? o_O Don't tell me, you asked Zoot his opinion about this while he was half asleep and he agreed.

Ailie: ...Yesh. =P He also built a jacuzzi too because Dr. Teeth told him they'd landed.

Chamberlain: ... *makes a noise of frustration*

Zoot: *pops his head out from behind the curtain.* Isn't it great? =) The rest of the dorms will love us!

Chamberlain: What about the rest of the Electric Mayhem?

Zoot: We're not leaving them at all, Chamby, but I'm...I'd like to be the lead singer for once. I'm not bad.

Ailie: You're great!

Dr. Teeth: Yeah, you really are! =)

Zoot: <3 *quietly* Thanks.

Dr. Teeth: *looks over at the female drummer* Ailie...d'you hate Animal? Because he's not all that bad, he's just--Animal... =P

Ailie: No way! I really do love him. It just...it bites that dating is out of his league. If only he knew...

Zoot: *laughs softly* That's just who he is, Ailie, he can't help it...

Ailie: I know. =P But he's never even chased me before! Tell me, am I that normal and unappealing?

Zoot: Of course not. =)

Dr. Teeth: No way! <3

Ailie: <3 Thanks. But I dunno why he doesn't like me...

Dr. Teeth: Well, you did yell at him and throw him out of the dorm on the first night. Maybe he's...sorta...

Ailie: Afraid of me? I'm not mean, honest, but he was being a total jerk. He was acting like it was the worst thing in the world to dance with me. I know I'm a klutz but geez...

Dr. Teeth: Don't worry, Ailie. I'm sure he forgot all about it. Like the time he used Zoot's Madonna CD as a frisby...

Zoot: That little... <_< I mean, what CD?

Ailie: *smiles* Thanks. I'm going to make it up to him somehow...maybe I'll give him a present to say I'm sorry.

Chamberlain: He'll probably tear it apart, knowing him...

Zoot and Dr. Teeth: *glance over at him* Shaddup, turkey.

[The Count]

Hi... Sorry to hear you feel that way Alex. But remember everything can be analyzed in a million ways. So don't let some over-researched nut job ruin the things you truly like/love in life. Just chauk it up to an explanation you hadn't thought of before, and can either add or choose to ignore along with your own concepts on the subject.

Now then... Count, Uncle D, you guys up to a good 40-clove chicken dinner?
*Both: Yes!

*They exit the room en route to the common room where they'll enjoy their food delivered from the Rock 'n' Roll Deli.

[Winslow Leach]

Lefty is in his hammock, a large ice pack on his head; Newsie is in his bed; likewise, there is a large ice pack on his head.

Lefty: I can't believe I was hoit like dat!

Newsie: Me either.

Lefty: Oh, da pain!

Newsie: Luckily we're Muppets. We bounce right back!

Lefty: SHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Bunsen hands Lefty a hot cup of tea.

Bunsen: Now drink up, Mr. Lefty! Those injuries won't heal themselves! Tssssss-ssssss-sssst!

Lefty: How original...

Bunsen hands Newsie a hot cup of tea.

Bunsen: Drink up, Newsie! We can't have our favorite broadcaster "under the weather," tssssss-sssssss-sssss-sssst! Oh, my stars!

Newsie: Heh, yeah, that would be funny Dr. Honeydew...if I was a weatherman!

Bunsen: Oh, dear me! You boys drink up. I have some work to do.

Newsie: Did we get any mail, Bunsen?

Bunsen: No. The only thing we received was this little flyer here. Apparently Ailie and her rather delightful--but noisy--roommates have started a new band. They're called...(adjusts glasses) Da Wha? Oh, my! Tssssss-sssssss-ssss-ssss-ssssst! What an astonishingly peculiar name!

Struck by inspiration, Lefty immediately bolts out of his hammock.

Lefty: Excuse me! I got some business!

Before Bunsen or Newsie could react, Lefty whisks out the door.

Bunsen: What an odd fellow.

Newsie: That, sir, is probably the most positive thing anyone has ever called Lefty!

Bunsen: Oh, my...

[Winslow Leach]

Lefty knocks on the door of Ailie's room.

[WhiteRabbit]

Ailie: *examines her makeup--she and Dr. Teeth and Zoot are covered with black and white paint and they resemble the Undeads from Phantom of the Paradise* Chamberlain, can you get that? It may be the clowns again, have your flamethrower ready...

Zoot: *slides onto the floor and turns on America's Next Top Model* OMG, I totally love her shoes...

Dr. Teeth: X_X *nearly dies from boredom* So many cute girls...but I only have so much attention span...

Chamberlain: *answers the door* MMM? What is it this time, Lefty?

[Winslow Leach]

Lefty enters Ailie's room, and immediately goes into his smooth-talking salesman's spiel.

Lefty: Allow me ta get right ta da point! Kids dese days, dey like da what you call da rock an' da roll. I figgure dere's a potential gold mine in dat stuff...riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight! So's, what I wanna do is...I wanna manage yer band...da...whatever youse call yerselves. Nice makeup, by the way! Scary! Ooh! Da kids like scary! Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight! So whaddaya say? I will take 85 poicent of yer oinings, an' youse kin split da rest between youse. Dat's a fair enough deal, doncha tink?

[WhiteRabbit]

Ailie: Uh, thanks? *blinks* What are you talking about Lefty?

Dr. Teeth: *rolls his eyes* He wants to be our manager.

Zoot: *looks over at Lefty* O_o SHHHH! *glances back towards the screen hastily*

[Beakerfan]

Good point Ed! I will keep that in mind. And it's honestly not WWE that I loathe right now, it's society as a whole. A lot of things have happened this weekend that have kind of fed on my world-loathing.

[Winslow Leach]

Lefty: Yeah...I wanna be yer manager...what part a' dat don't youse unnerstand? Youse know...I'd do da tings dat a manager does...like...manage...an' stuff like dat...an' all I ask fer my troubles is 85 poicent of whatever you make fer concerts, moichandise, stuff like dat! Riiiiiiiiiight! (takes contract out of pocket) I always carry one 'a dese around wit me...just sign dis contract, and all yer problems will be solved! Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight!

[WhiteRabbit]

Dr. Teeth: 85% percent? Are ya out of ya mind? Get lost!

Ailie: I dunno, Lefty...

Zoot: *jerks his head back at the others* O_x SHHHHH! Dang it! *turns back*

[The Count]

No worries Alex. Besides, there's bound to be something or someone here who can restore your faith in society. If not, then hey, we're always spooking for fresh deaths to join the goth section.

*Hears whispers coming from Room #20. Oh! Is Ru home? Sure hope she has some news of the sights and sounds she and her gang have seen lately.
UD: And maybe, if she could see her way to being so kind...

Count: You just vant some fanfic from her don't you?
UD and Me: Yesh!
Me: But we're happy just to have her back where we love her...
UD: Fright back where we need her.
*Room #1's occupants start humming theme to Welcome Back Kotter.

[Winslow Leach]

No worries Alex. Besides, there's bound to be something or someone here who can restore your faith in society.

AHEM!

AHEM!

*cough*

*cough*

*coughcough*

:) ;) :flirt:

[The Count]

*Beat... You should take something for that cough of yern Tommy.
*Goes back to nagging for Man in Fog.

[Winslow Leach]

Lefty: Yeah...I take 85 poicent...youse guys get da rest! Now dat's a swell deal! I will even trow in fer free...wit no extra charge...da recording of yer foist album! Riiiiiiiiiiight!

How kin I do dis, you ask? Well, I happen ta have da latest in high-tech recording technology right...ere!

Lefty produces a tiny, hand-held tape recorder from his coat pocket. He accidentally presses a button...

Woman's voice (on tape) Oh, Lefty, say you love me!

Lefty's voice (on tape) Huh?

While tape plays, Lefty frantically tries to turn it off.

Woman's voice: Say you love me, Lefty!

Lefty: Er...

Woman's voice: You told me you loved me yesterday...when you took me out for ice cream...why won't you say it now?

Lefty: Well, er...my troat is dry...riiiiiiiiiiiiiiight!

Lefty finally manages to turn off tape.

Lefty: Ya didn't hear nothin'! Anyway, dis handy-dandy tape recorder will be used in da recordin' of yer foist album! I'll just tape over dat odder stuff...riiiiiiiight!

[Winslow Leach]

*Beat... You should take something for that cough of yern Tommy.
*Goes back to nagging for Man in Fog.

The what now?

Oh, sorry about the *coughcough* cough there, I...*cough* seem to be coming down with a case of seriously concerned-itis...*coughcough*

*CoughcoughAlexyouknowyoucanalwayscountanddependon mecough*

[WhiteRabbit]

Dr. Teeth: Look, Lefty, we ain't--*is cut off by the tape recorder* ...O_O

Ailie: XD *rolls on the floor*

Zoot: ARRRRGH! *rips the tape recorder out of Lefty's hands and smashes it against the wall* STOP--WITH--THE--NOISE--YOU RUDE, INCONSIDERATE, SLOBBERING IDIOT! *turns back and shoves his face into the TV, panting savagely*

[Winslow Leach]

Lefty (does a double-take; to Zoot) You punk! You just destroyed yer one chance of recorded success! Well...it's all your fault!

to room.

Any of youse ever hear of a feller named David Bowie? Eh? Well...back when his name was...er...David B...Bowersnickers...yeah, riiiiiiiiiiiight...back when he had dat name, I knew his uncle's wife's best friend's husband's aunt's cousin's great great grandfadder's pet hamster's thoid son...

beat

Dat just made no sense whatsoever...even comin' from me!

What I'm tryin' ta say is...I coulda handled David Bowie...or David Bowandarrowdude...whatever 'is name was...but I didn't, cuz I taught da Bay City Rollers was gonna be biggest ting in music since Pat Boone. Toined out I was wrong. Now you've blown yer chances at becomin' da biggest ting in music...and it's nobody's fault, but yer own! Go on! Hang yer heads in shame! Youse oughta be embarrassed wit yerselves!

But I like youse anyway...an' I still wanna manage youse...but now I'm gonna hafta take 90 poicent, on account 'a dat couch potato over dere destroyin' my recordin' equipment! Riiiiiiiiiight!

[WhiteRabbit]

Dr. Teeth: =/ You do realize we didn't want ya for our manager in the first place...

Ailie: Lefty, please. If you really think we as musicians are going to trust you when you can't even say David Bowie's name right--

Chamberlain: You must be blind as well as stupid, Lefty. Zoot is clearly a floor fiend, not a couch potato.

Dr. Teeth: *facepalm*

Ailie: The point is Da Wha would rather have somebody less of an amateur to work for and everybody knows what a sleaze you are, anyway.

Chamberlain: Exactly. We should get the Kit guy who worked for The Who. What's your opinion, Zoot?

Zoot: *twitch* The magic box is talking...just obey it...

Chamberlain: What?

Zoot: *finally switches off the TV* I said, I agree. Lefty is a crook! *laughs a bit insanely and breaks down sobbing*

Ailie: Somebody forgot to take their meds again... =P

[Winslow Leach]

Lefty (to Dr. Teeth) Shaddap, human cheshire cat! Who asked you ta butt in? What does dis business got ta do wit you anyway? (whining) Come ooooon...just sign da contract! I'll book ya in da best thoid-rate spaghetti joints in da city...well...mostly fourth-rate spaghetti joints, but still...oh, an' I have sometin' else fer youse...

Lefty takes a bunch of sheet music out of his coat.

Lefty: Loin dis music as soon as possible! Dese are songs dat I had especially composed fer just such an occasion. Dey were all written in one afternoon by a songwritin' acquaintance of mine, named I.M.A. Hackk. Very talented feller...riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight! Hey..."dig" these tunes...

Smiley Flower People Are Always Happy

Walkin' Down Da Street wit My Goil

White Christmas - not da one by Oyving Boilyn, a completely different one - dat's da complete title of dat one...

Howdy, Elf People!

I Like Going ta Camp, Mommy

Whaddaya tink? Dey all sound like number one hits, eh?

[WhiteRabbit]

Dr. Teeth: Yeah, you wish you had this smile, Lefty. =P

Chamberlain: Spaghetti? ...the heck?

Ailie: *fights back a smirk* Yeeeeah, uh...no.

Zoot: Just the titles of those songs makes me wanna-- *tries to crawl over to the flame thrower but is restrained by Dr. Teeth*

Dr. Teeth: *holding Zoot's arms back* We ain't doin' it, Lefty.

Chamberlain: I swear, that pinheaded, wimpy little bunny down the hall knows more about rock than you do.

Ailie: Maybe even Newsie...

Zoot: Just take your music and your disgusting wardrobe and go away. <_<

[Winslow Leach]

Tony runs into Ailie's room, wielding an extra-large butterfly net.

Tony (to Lefty) There you are!

Lefty tries to run, but Tony is quicker. He swoops the butterfly net down, and picks up Lefty in one swift move.

Tony: Sorry, guys. I promise he won't bother you...tonight. I can't say about tomorrow...or next week...but tonight, I'll be sure to have him locked up.

Tony exits, the butterfly net holding the struggling Lefty, over his shoulder.

[Katzi428]

Prairie:Gee...I wonder if I should buy some sheet music from Lefty for my piano.
Rosita:Oh yes!And I could use some to play songs on my guitar!
Forget it girls...no dice. Lefty probably got it cheap off the street from some other salesman and is trying to make a bundle of money for himself.
the girls look at each other
Rosita:I guess she's right.
Prairie:Yeah...I guess.
Now wait...don't look so down.We'll go to Hensonville tomorrow where there's sheet music that didn't come from a shady salesman. Look..Lefty's nice.But you just need to be careful;)
Anyway..Muppet Dorms has been brought to you by the letters C and G...and by the number 7! Muppet Dorms is a production of Muppet Central.Say goodnight,girls.
Prairie& Rosita:Goodnight girls!:smirk:
Yeesh!:rolleyes:

[WhiteRabbit]

Ailie: All right, how about one more song for the night?

Dr. Teeth: Yeah! =D

Chamberlain: I get to pick...let's see...how about Please, Mr. Jailer from Crybaby? You two can be the lead vocals.

Ailie: *smiles* Sure, that sounds good to me.

Dr. Teeth: Me too.

Zoot: But--

Chamberlain: *begins strumming*

Zoot: *blows his sax reluctantly*

Ailie:
Please Mr. Jailer, won't you let my man go free?
Please Mr. Jailer, won't you let my man go free?
He don't belong in prison, though he's guilty as can be,
But the only crime he's guilty of is simply loving me.
Please Mr. Jailer, won't you let my man go free?Please Mr. Jailer won't you let my man go free?
Yeah yeah yeah...

Zoot: O_O

All:
Please Mr. Jailer, won't you let this jailbird free?
Whoa ho ho...

Ailie:
Just look into his eyes, open up that door.
Just listen to his guitar, you'll know the score.

Dr. Teeth:
Please Mr. Jailer, let an honest man go free.

Ailie:
Yeah yeah yeah...

Dr. Teeth:
Please Mr. Jailer, don't you make no lifer outta me.
I'm innocent, I swear it. Let my woman testify,
She'll tell you where I was that night--

Ailie
Yeah I'm his alibi.
Please Mr. Jailer, won't you let my man go free?

Zoot: <_<

Dr. Teeth:
Well I'm tired of pressing liscense plates down in this rotten hole,
I gotta reach the outside before I lose control.
Please Mr. Jailer, don't you make no lifer outta me.

Ailie: Yeah yeah yeah...

Dr. Teeth:
Please Mr. Jailer, let me out of this penitentiary
Please Mr. Jailer, don't you make no lifer out of me.

Ailie: Please Mr. Jailer, won't you let my baby go free?
Whoa ho ho oh, whoa ho, let my man go free.

Zoot: -_-

Dr. Teeth:
Whoa oh oh, don't make no lifer out of me.
please Mr. Jailer, can't you see how much love she's got for me *growls unintentionally* =D

Ailie: Well, let him go! let him go! let him go! let my man go free. Yeah, whoa...

All: Please Mr. Jailer. Let me out!
Please Mr. Jailer, don't make me shout.
Please Mr. Jailer, Well, let me out!

*Caught up in the song, they end it with a sudden liplock*

Chamberlain: You guys! O_O Er...

Zoot: *accidently snaps off the top of his sax and screeches*

Ailie: *breaks the kiss immediately* Oh, man, I'm sorry, I just-- *shakes her head*

Dr. Teeth: *vaguely* Hmm? <3 *blinks* Ailie, I--wow... *stunned*

Chamberlain: *snickers*

[Winslow Leach]

On TV...

Newsie: Here is a Muppet Newsflash!

Newsie runs onto the set, behind his desk.

Newsie: This late-breaking story just in! A new romance has apparently blossomed at the Muppet Central dorms. We have obtained this incredible footage from an anonymous source, who wishes total secrecy. We at Muppet News are responsible, respectable journalists, and would never reveal the name or visage of a source, whether he or she wanted it known or not.

A large picture of Lefty appears behind Newsie. The words THIS IS THE SOURCE, with an arrow pointing at Lefty, appears above the salesman's head.

Here now is the footage, graciously donated by our anonymous source...

Footage of Ailie and Dr. Teeth kissing is shown.

When the film ends, cut to Newsie, still staring at the screen, his jaw wide open. He turns to camera, and does a double-take, realizing he's on again.

The picture of Lefty is still behind Newsie; this time, the caption reads, HE'S THE ONE WHO SECRETLY SHOT THE FOOTAGE YOU HAVE JUST SEEN, with an arrow pointing at him.

Newsie: Oh...er...that was taken earlier this evening, by a hidden camera. The girl is named Ailie, and of course, the fellow with the grin is none other than our very own Dr. Teeth. If you wish to congratulate the happy couple in person, you may visit the Muppet Dorms at...well...at any hour, I suppose. They won't mind, I'm sure. Oh, and that's room number 17. I'm sure they would appreciate presents and things like that, as well. Room number 17, folks!

Newsie tosses his report over his shoulder, and hurries off the set.

[Winslow Leach]

KA-BOOM!

Gigantic explosion rocks the room.

Bunsen, working at his desk, leaps in fright. He turns, and sees the smoking remains of one of his machines.

Crazy Harry, charred, but grinning maniacally, stands triumphantly where Bunsen's whatever it was once stood. Free!

Crazy Harry: AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Bunsen: Oh, dear! I'm am terribly sorry, sir...I had no idea you had been behind there for so long!

Crazy Harry, eyes bulging, grin spreading wider, begins to move slowly towards Bunsen. Bunsen begins to back away.

Bunsen: G-good thing I have a replacement for such an emergency! When Mr. Tony said I could stay with him for a few days, I deduced something like this would happen! Tssss-ssssss-sssssst!

Harry gets closer to Bunsen; Bunsen moves away.

Bunsen: Er...when Mr. Tony gets back...I'll ask him to carry my replacement down here...

Crazy Harry leaps at Bunsen; Bunsen ducks, runs for the door, opens it, and whizzes down the hall, Crazy Harry in hot pursuit.

[Erine81981]

*gets off the floor* Was that an earthquake?

Grover: *eyes kinda crossed* I do not know. *groans while lying on the floor*

Murray: *comes out of his room* What was that?

We don't know? I hope everyone is ok. *opens the door and cheaks everyone in their rooms* Hey Bryan. Are you guys ok? Good.

Herry: *knocks on Kim's door* Hi Kim and Fraggles. Are ya'll ok? That's good. Yea. Something shook the whole building.

Grover: *knocking on Ed's door* Hel-lo there Ed and The Count. Are you guys ok? Glad to know you two are fine. See you 'round. Bye.

*heads up to Alex's room* Are you guys and girl ok? Good to know. Yea i know. You think it came from Tony's room? You don't say. I'll cheak. Thanks. *heads over to Tony's room* Hey Tony! You and the guys alright?

[WhiteRabbit]

Zoot: *throws the TV against the wall in a state of shock and fury after Newsie made his announcement*

Chamberlain:Turning over a new leaf? =P

Zoot: Hardly... *runs to his room and slams the door*

Ailie: *enters the living room wearing a hockey mask* You know who thinks that the kiss was for real and he keeps trying to ask me out now. I can't hide from him...

Chamberlain: So am I invited to the wedding?

Dr. Teeth: Ailieee, darling! Where you at? <333


Ailie: X_X *runs into the closet*

[Fragglemuppet]

*lying on the floor in some pain after being thrown down by what felt sort of like an earthquake, although since I've never experienced an earthquake, I'll have to take other peoples' word for it*
Oh..my..God! What happened? Gobo? Wembley? Are you guys alright?
Gobo: I..I think so...
Wembley: Yeah..maybe... What was that?
*struggling back up* I'm not sure. It sounded like it was close by, and the only place something like that could have come from is Crazy Harry's room!
Wembley: But he's blown up things before, and they haven't felt like that!
Gobo: Wait. Isn't Bunsen staying with them while Claudia's away?
Yeah, as a matter of fact, he is.
*walks out of room, intending to see what's going on in Tony's room. Doesn't get two steps before being knocked down by a speeding Bunsen, who is followed by a cackling and apparently very crazy Harry. Falling over*
Oof! *recovering* Oh hi Bunsen. Is everything... *realizing I'm talking to myself* Hmmm, that's interesting.
*walks back into room*

[Winslow Leach]

Tony: Hey Kyle...yeah, that was Harry all right...apparently he was wedged behind one of Bunsen's machines for days! I guess it finally dawned on him today that since he's a demolition expert, and always carries a spare stick of dynamite around, he could blow his way out! We're all okay here...um...except for Bunsen...who is probably gonna end up getting a Crazy Harry specialty. I shudder to think what that may be...

[WhiteRabbit]

Chamberlain: Uh, she's not here at the moment. Please leave a message after the beep. Er...beeeep.

Dr. Teeth: Oh, gawd, I hate these things. *coughs* Uh, hi Ailie, it's your Romeo as you probably guessed from the gorgeous voice. Anyway, I was wondering, if, heh heh, you wanna--

Chamberlain: *in a monotone voice* Time's up. Beep.

Dr. Teeth: Dang it all!

Ailie: *starts to crawl out of the closet*

Dr. Teeth: *smiles and runs up behind her, squeezing her waist* Ailie! My sweet! =D <333

Ailie: ACK! *tries to squirm away* Er, look, Dr. Teeth, it's Tupac Shakur reincarnated behind you!

Dr. Teeth: Huh? What? Where? O_O *releases his grip abruptly*

Ailie: *runs out of her dorm and into Tony's* HIDE ME!

[Winslow Leach]

Tony: Er...hi, Ailie...um...why don't you come inside? Hide you? From what?

Newsie: Look, Ailie, don't kill the messenger, okay? My job is simply to report the news, not make it. And that tape...I mean...you gotta admit...if Lefty over here hadn't--

Lefty (furiously) SHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Newsie: Er...I mean...if that anonymous fellow hadn't dropped that tape off to the studio, I'd have nothing to report last night!

Bunsen, out of breath, dashes into the room, and slams the door behind him.

Bunsen: Oh, do please hide me, Mr. Tony! Crazy Harry has been chasing me around all day! My stars! I'm...I'm getting the vapors...I'm gonna...

Bunsen faints.

Tony (to Ailie) Just another normal night here...

[WhiteRabbit]

Ailie: *restrains from tackling Newsie and turns back to Tony to answer him* From Dr. Teeth...he's-- *spots Lefty and gives a swift punch in the mouth* Thanks a lot! *watches Bunsen and sighs, shaking her head* Maybe I could borrow some of Harry's dynamite and--

Dr. Teeth: *kicks open the door* AILIE! COME BACK! I...need you... ;_;

Ailie: *hides behind Newsie, feeling a little guilty* Well, I--

Dr. Teeth: O_O <3 Pleeease? I won' be like Animal, I swear. I love you...

[Winslow Leach]

Tony, seeing the menacing figure of Dr. Teeth in front of him, swiftly grabs Newsie, and holds him in front of him, as a shield.

Tony: Don't hurt me! I bruise easily!

Lefty (sprawled out on the floor; speaking in a Southern accent, a la Blanche DuBois in "A Streetcar Named Desire) Whoevah yuh ah, Ih've always depended on the khindness of strangers...

[WhiteRabbit]

Ailie: Tony! I was using him! <_< *indignantly*

Dr. Teeth: Aw, Ailie, I love you...you know that? I would nevah, evah hurt you. Neva evah, evah, evah, evah, evah--*Five centuries later* Evah. <3 *grabs Lefty by the neck* You, on the other hand...!

Ailie: Dr. Teeth...please don't.

Dr. Teeth: Just once, Ailie? Please? O_O

Ailie: Yeah, okay. =P

Dr. Teeth: *slaps Lefty and throws him across the room* He shouldn't have exposed our scorching romance so soon to the public. <_<

Ailie: Um, sure. About that--

Dr. Teeth: *wide-eyed* Yesss? =D

Ailie: *sighs and decides not to go on* I love you too.

Dr. Teeth: YES! Give daddy some sugar, baby! *grabs Ailie and fastens his mouth onto her's*

Ailie: *struggles to breathe and rolls her eyes*

[Winslow Leach]

Tony: O-kay!

(tosses Newsie onto his bed)

You two crazy kids look like you want to be alone!

Tony puts his arms around the lip-locked Ailie and Dr. Teeth, and leads them out into the hallway. He returns to the room and shuts the door.

Lefty (from across the room; still as Blanche) Blanche DuBois...it means whyte woods...

Tony picks up the unconscious Bunsen, and places him on the inflatable mattress; as soon as Bunsen is on the mattress, it immediately deflates.

[WhiteRabbit]

Ailie: *is finally able to break off once she's in the hall* Sorry about that, Tony--he--*swats Dr. Teeth's hands away* BAD! *sighs* Come on, let's go back to our dorm...I've got French homework to do.

Dr. Teeth: *blinks innocently and then does a nervewracking French laugh* Ooh, what eez eet? Conjugation? =D

Ailie: Sicko. =P *drags him back to Room 17*

[Winslow Leach]

Newsie: You know, Tommy, I'm surprised I got off quite easy this time! I mean, all that...and nothing happened to me!

beat

That's right! Nothing happened to me!

beat; Newsie sprawls out on his bed.

Can you believe nothing happened to--

Tony: Okay, okay, I get it!

Newsie: I'm just baffled beyond belief that nothing happened to me!

Crazy Harry pops into the room; he tosses a lit bomb onto Newsie's chest; before Newsie can react, it goes off.

BOOM!

Newsie flies upward, stuck to the ceiling.

Crazy Harry: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! (to Tony) Where's baldy?

Tony shrugs; Crazy Harry pops out of room.

Newsie: Huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhh........

[WhiteRabbit]

~In Ailie's room, later~

Dr. Teeth: Atlanta, Georgia.

Ailie: Um, we're doing French, remember? *messes around with her hair in frustration* Ugh, I don't get this at all... X_X

Dr. Teeth: Really? I thought it was Geometry. *flips the book right side up* Oh, I know this...it's IR verbs. Lemme see that? *examines Ailie's paper* Not bad, but it's two ss's in the nous and vous ones, babe.

Ailie: Hm... *skeptically checks the book and soon a surprised look appears on her face* Wow, you are right. =)

Dr. Teeth: *beams* Didn't think I had it in me, huh? I like helpin' ya, Ailie.

Ailie: Well, I--thanks. <3 *kisses him on the cheek*

Dr. Teeth: =D Don' mention it.

[Muppet Newsgirl]

Beige: So how are the academics?
Storyteller: It's just as bad as last semester...they're all laid up with awful tension headaches.
Beige: Ugh. Well, in the Cave, the best cure for a tension headache is to take two rocks, a pile of rotting rubberweed and some...
Storyteller: Go no further; you will be inflicting none of the Cave's quack remedies on our roommates.
Beige: Quack remedies? I'll have you know that the apothecary's pond scum and Doozer dust cough syrup worked wonders whenever...
Erin: (emerging from room with chamomile tea) Hey, guys, keep it to a dull roar, okay? (groans) I hate this time of the semester.
Scooter: (poking head out, with ice pack on) Ohh...what's going on, is there a herd of rhinos loose in the dorms?
Erin: Don't think so...that's what you get for reading too much Ionesco.
Nora: (in her room, moaning) Que je sois...que tu sois...qu'il soit...qu'elle soit...que nous...que...(screaming) Je deteste le subjonctif!
Erin: Okay, so how many breakdowns has she had over that?
Scooter: I think that's number 19.

[Erine81981]

Glad to know that Tony was ok. Even with those black marks from the explosion.

Murray: Good to know he's ok.

Yep.

Grover: I will never try and do any type of jumping jacks while that Crazy Harry tries and to explode things.

Yep. Come on guys. I think there's a little party going on at Steve's house.

Grover: You mean the Muppet Cast guy?

Yep. Come on. His show is having it's first birthday.

Murray: Oh good.

We all head over to the computer labs and get our headsets ready to listen to the MuppetCast.

[BEAR]

Bryan: Kyle came in to ask if we were okay.
Ernie: Yeah, what was that shaking?
Big Bird: Snuffy, you weren't jumping rope again, were you?
Snuffy: No.
Bryan: No, I think it was Crazy Harry.
Roomies: Oh...
Bert: That guy is crazy.
Ernie: Boy, nothing gets by you. Does it, Bert? Khekhekhe!

[The Count]

*Tiredly, from downstairs...

Muppet College Dorms were brought to you tonight by...
UD: The letter U, for Undertaker.
Me, yawning: That's where we'll take it tomorrow. And by...
Count: The number 16 as in a perfect sixteen wictories without a single loss.

Fright. Night all.
*Promptly falls asleep, dead to the world.

[WhiteRabbit]

Ailie: *starts to leave for school and nudges Dr. Teeth* Hey cutie, you wanna come to school too and totally give the answers to me if there's quizzes? <3 *halo emerges above her head*

Dr. Teeth: Zzzz...wha--? Oh, sure... =) *follows her out*

[TogetherAgain]

Lisa: Ow. Ow. Ow- <looks at clock> Ooh! I can take painkillers! Yay! <scrambles to open bottle>
Rowlf: Still sore, huh?
Lisa: <stops> <glares at Rowlf>
Rowlf: Guess so. Did you want an icepack?
Lisa: Oh, I would LOVE an ice pack. Where should I put it? My neck? My shoulders? One of the monster bruises on my legs? Maybe my elbow. How 'bout the scratch under my chin? Should I ice THAT? God bless that scratch and the helmet that gave it to me, 'cause it beats the heck out of a fractured skull, but did I HAVE to break my necklace? I feel NAKED without that necklace.
Rowlf: <Looks down at bare fur> You'd fit right in if you were.
Lisa: <Mutters>
Rowlf: <Sigh> I'm sorry about your crash...
Lisa: <Muttering> Yeah, I'm sorry I couldn't finish the CLASS. I'm sorry I spent twenty bucks to get banged up and not even get a LICENSE out of it.
Rowlf: Could've been worse.
Lisa: <Sigh> Yeah... It could've been a LOT worse. I could've... broken, or twisted something... It could've been a lot worse.
Rowlf: Hey you never mentioned- Was the bike damaged at all?
Lisa: <dryly> Oh, I CUSHIONED its fall pretty well with my LEGS... But yeah, the clutch lever was bent about ninety degrees.
Rowlf: Well, at least the damage was mutual.
Lisa: Makes a good story, too. Might even be funny, after I've taken the class again and actually EARNED my license.
Rowlf: And when the necklace is fixed?
Lisa: And when my necklace is fixed.

[BEAR]

Bert: Was there supposed to be a Muppetcast episode on?
Bryan: Yeah, I thought it would be on last night, but I guess not. Will have to wait and see if it will be on today. In the meantime, you want some lunch?
Bert: Yeah! Oatmeal?
Bryan: You had oatmeal for breakfast.
Bert: You're right. I'll put cinnamon in it this time.

[WhiteRabbit]

Ailie: *strides into her dorm brightly and sets her bag on the floor* Hi guys, I'm--we're home!

Chamberlain: Mmm...anything exciting happen at school? Besides Dr. Teeth tagging after you like a lost puppy?

Ailie: Meh, not really. =P He did help with some of the harder classes, though.

Chamberlain: And where is he now?

Ailie: Trying to pull his keyboard out of the trunk.

Chamberlain: Are you sure you're not just playing hard to get?

Ailie: =P Very. So, where's Zoot?

Chamberlain: He went for a walk, he sure has been being a crab lately.

Ailie: That's weird...

Zoot: *wandering aimlessly through the halls*

[Erine81981]

*downloading the show* Guys i found the new show. It's was put up late last night but still good to know that no matter what time i go to bed. I'll get to hear something new from Steve the next morning.

Herry: Good. I can't wait to hear it. Did you send him our birthday wishes?

Yes i did. Sorry ya'll weren't around to hear or say something but he knows. I'm going to call out for something. What do you want?

Herry: Stake.

Ok. Ask the others what they want.

Herry: Ok.

[Beakerfan]

Bean: *pops up in Kyle's room, holding a wooden stake* Did someone ask for a stake? I have wooden or silver..... I also have rubber *holds up a toy steak*

Alex: *eyes get huge* BEAN! You can't have those in the dorms! Those are dangerous for some of us, you know! *grabs them and tosses them out the window* Now quit being a pest!

[tvlistingman]

ZOE: Say, Peter

PETER: Yes, Zoe.

LITTLE BIRD: I Hear that you have a birthday coming up

PETER: Yep' Saturday, I'll be 22

BABY BEAR: Maybe Tonight, why don't we go to Wal-Mart for a mystery birthday gift hunting

LITTLE BIRD: Good Idea

PETER: I Wonder what my gift will be. : )

ZOE: Will Be fun!

[WhiteRabbit]

Zoot: *saunters over to the railing in the hallway and sings softly under his breath while gazing down at floor below* Walking alone in the moon light, wishing you were here, how I miss you darling, how I want you near...

[Erine81981]

Thanks Alex. You saved us from the...*eyes winks twice*... cutest bunny ever. *hugs Bean* *kisses him too*

Murray: *pops up* Awwwww is he just the cutest thing ever?

Grover: *runs in* Not as cute as me, Grover. *titles head to the left and smiles*

Murray: Not at all Grover. *hugs Grover and hugs him too*

Get over here you two. *hugs Murray and Grover*

[WhiteRabbit]

Zoot: *looks up from the railing to hear the cheerful, muffled talking coming from a nearby room* Man, I wish I could say I felt the same... *sighs*

[Beakerfan]

Bean: *blushes and makes a cute-baby-face*

Alex: Grover, you are adorable. *hugs him*

Floyd: Aw, I think I'm gonna be sick!

Animal: *pretends to throw up*

Alex: *rolls her eyes and hugs Murray and Kyle*

Bean: *looks at Grover jealously, then shrugs and hugs him*

[Erine81981]

*sees Bean* Oh come on Bean. *grabs Bean and hugs him while still hugging Alex*

Murray: Thanks for the hug.

Grover: Me too.

[WhiteRabbit]

Chamberlain: *slips out of the dorm with a nasty grin on his face as he sneaks up behind Zoot*

Zoot: -_- My roomies probably forgot all about me...

Chamberlain: I didn't. >=D

Zoot: *gasps and turns around* Don't do that! O_O

Chamberlain: *laughs wickedly* Too late! *starts attacking Zoot and attempting to throw him over the railing*

Zoot: *stuggles to fight back* C'mon! Please stop... STOP! Chamberlain, what's wrong with you!

Chamberlain: I want to start my own solo career so I decided that'll only happen if I'm the last bandmate alive! And since you're the most vulnerable, I figured I start with you...

Zoot: *trembling* No...please, Chamberlain...d-don't...

Chamberlain: *smirks and shoves him further*

Zoot: *finally screams and is halfway over the railing when Chamberlain catches his ankles*

Chamberlain: Oh, I'll let you dangle for a bit! This'll be so much fun! *cackles*

[Winslow Leach]

Lefty, down at the docks, is doing business with an Anything Muppet...let's call him Sam. Sam is not too bright.

Lefty: ...great! Now all's we gotta do is woik out da contract. Riiiiiiiight! Now pay particular attention ta dis foist clause, because it's da most important. The party of da foist part shall be known in dis contract as da party of da foist part. Dat's pretty neat, eh?

Sam: No, that's no good.

Lefty: What's da matter wit it?

Sam: I dunno. Let's hear it again.

Lefty: Da party of da foist part shall be known in dis contract as da party of da foist part.

Sam: Well...it sounds a little better this time.

Lefty (double take) Well, it grows on ya. Would ya like ta hear it once more?

Sam: Just the first part.

Lefty: What do ya mean? Da party of da foist part?

Sam: No, the first part of the party, of the first part.

Lefty (quadruple take) It says...da foist part of da party of da foist part shall be known in dis contract as the foist part of da party of da foist part, shall be known in dis contract...er...look, why should we quarrel about a ting like dis? We'll take it right out!

Lefty tears off part of contract.

Sam: Yeah, it's too long anyhow. Now what have we got left?

Lefty: I've got about a foot and a half. (Sam shakes his head) Now what's da matter?

Sam: I don't like da second party either.

Lefty: Ah, well den you shoulda come to da foist party! We didn't get home till around four in da mornin'. I was sick fer tree days!

Sam: Why can't the first part of the second party be the second part of the first party, then you'll get something.

Lefty: Well, uh...rather dan go trew all dat again, whaddaya say?

Sam: Fine, fine.

Lefty tears off more of the contract.

Lefty: Now I've got sometin' here you're bound ta like, heh heh! You'll be crazy about it!

Sam: Nah, I don't like it.

Lefty (take) Ya don't like what?

Sam: Whatever it is, I don't like it.

Lefty: Well, let's not break up an old friendship over a ting like dat!

Lefty tears more of the contract.

Sam: Okay, now the next part I don't think you're gonna like.

Lefty: Well, yer woid's good enough fer me! (tears more of contract)

Sam: Yeah.

Lefty: Is my woid good enough for you?

Sam: Um...no.

Lefty: Well, I'll take out two more clauses. (tears contract) Now, da party of da eighth part--

Sam: No, that's no good, no.

Lefty tears contract.

Lefty: Da party of da ninth part--

Sam: No, that's no good too...

Lefty tears contract. It is little more than a scrap of paper.

Lefty: O_O Now...we're all set (takes pen out of coat)...just put yer name down dere, an' da deal is legal.

Sam: I forgot to tell you, I can't write.

Lefty: Er...well, dat's okay. Dere's no ink in dat pen anyhow. But dis is still a contract, no matter how small it is.

Sam: Yeah, sure, you bet! (looks at what's left of "contract") Hey wait, wait. What does this say here? What is this thing here?

Lefty: Oh, dat? Dat's da usual clause, dat's in every contract. Dat just says if any of da parties participating in dis contract are shown not to be in their right mind, the entire agreement is automatically nullified.

Sam: Hmmm...I dunno...

Lefty: Look, it's in every contract! Dat's what dey call a sanity clause!

Sam (laughs) You can't fool me! There ain't no Sanity Clause!

Lefty stares blankly at Sam for several seconds. He slowly brings the contract to his mouth, and slides it in, as if it is a stick of gum. Lefty slowly chews the paper, and backs away from Sam.

[WhiteRabbit]

Chamberlain: *many minutes later* All right, I'm done...say good night, saxman. *releases his grip on Zoot's legs*

Zoot: NO! SOMEBODY HELP! HELP! *screams at the top of his lungs before falling from the stairs and landing on the floor with a loud thud* Ohhhh... *he goes still and everything becomes a blur and soon pitch black*

Chamberlain: *cackles triumphantly and runs from the spot as fast as he can* *Unfortunately for him, Zoot is still alive but he sure doesn't look it*

[Muppet Newsgirl]

(gang is reclining, in pajamas, in common room of room 7)

Scooter: Anyone know what's wrong with Lisa?
Nora: I don't know...why, is she hurt or sick or something?
Erin: It sounds to me as if she's been in an accident of some kind...sounds like a motorcycle accident or something.
Scooter: I heard Rowlf saying something about her being on painkillers.
Storyteller: Oh, dear...bet she's having a rough time of it these days. We'll have to send something over tomorrow.
Beige: If it's bruises she's worried about, then just get some old swamp moss and some...
Storyteller: Beige...
Beige: No, really, it actually works! You cream the moss and some stuff up and it makes a nice ointment.
Storyteller: Hmm...all right, that can be your contribution to the care package.
Nora: Sounds nice...(adjusts position on sofa) So, should we take in the latest MuppetCast?
Scooter: Yeah, we haven't heard the last few episodes.
Erin: Sorry, gang, but the server in here is having technical problems, so it might have to wait.

[The Count]

*Count and UD are in their sleeping clothes wondering about whether the latest MuppetCast will be downloaded here tonight too. Ed lies sleeping already, opting to leave certain chores for the morrow.

[Fragglemuppet]

As Ed would say, hmmm, wonder what railing Zoot was standing by and was dropped from, as there are none in the dorms "as far as I know, and I know pretty far" as another friend of ours would say.

OoC: Ed, I figured maybe you were tired of doing this, and so I decided I would take on this particular chore for once.

[WhiteRabbit]

Chamberlain: Can my power go unquestioned for just once? I'm more devious and competent than I seem... >_> *trips* Mmm...

[The Count]

OOC: Kate? Thanks. Guess that just means we rully need someone to draw up the basic plans of the dormhouse complex. Oh well... *Hugs to Fraggie.
Sure do miss that Squeeky Weeky girl.

[WhiteRabbit]

ooc: Hey, you guys, I'm sorry if the railing thing made anybody upset. I was just trying to add a bit of drama and excitement into the dorms because it's just been sort of quiet lately. =(

[The Count]

No... Everything's all right Ailie. Noone's upset. I've come to learn that so long as everybody's got their room and a general sense of the building's layout that's fine. After all, I know the true floor plans best and that's what matters. So go ahead and have fun... Let Zoot dangle from the railing... Let Chamberlain have a small measure of triumph. After all, he never knows when he might find himself crammed into the darkness of a compact little saxophone horn.

[WhiteRabbit]

ooc: XD Okies. I'm glad it's not a big deal. *resumes the actions*

Chamberlain: *covers Zoot with his cloak and sets him behind a plant, picking up the scattered pieces of stuffing*

Zoot: *singing Lovefool offkey in his unconscious state*

Chamberlain: MMM! Shush! *gives him a kick in the side* I doubt anybody will find you for days. *retreats to his dorm, humming along to the song Zoot was unknowingly singing*

[BeakerSqueedom]

She respires after slamming through the cieling in the midst of the clatter. Claudia observes the grand mess she made, and blushes a few shades of red as a sign of her shame. She crawls slowly to the door; opens it; closes it--rather pointlessly.

Claudia: What? I had to make my entrance the right way!
Who ever heard of falling through a building?
That's why the door was invented!

Rolls over to her room foolishly.
Emerges with a picture of Alan Rickman, splurging into her own little world. Making exaggerated kissing noises---even funnier because this idiot's never been kissed---she serenades to his picture passionatley. XP


You see sir, a girl infatued with love.
His ardent and eager slave.
So fetch the pomade and pomice stone,
and lend me a most seductive tone, but
first, sir, I think...a kiss!

Blind Pew: And who ze h*ll is zis?

Claudia: Er...a sprinkling perhaps of French perfume.
Oh gosh, why did you come so sooonn?

Blind Pew: Because you came this late afternoon!
Thwacks her over the head, sending her to the floor.

Claudia: EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

Dr. Van Neuter: I know that irritable screech ANYWHERE!
LIKE, OH MY GOSH! SQUIRT, YOU'RE BACK!

Composta: LITTLE MONSTER!
Hugs her tightly, cutting off her circulation.

Claudia: You guys ruined my duet with Alan Rickman!
Man, now it's time for plan B. -_-

Blind Pew: Wha....?

---

Claudia:
Guess who's back, back again.
Squeeky's back, tell a friend!

Guess who's back...guess who's back...

In rapper clothes...and has on a gold tooth.

Now everyone resort to the dance floor
To the dance floor, to the dance floor
Now everyone extort to the dance floor
Alright Stop...Crystal time

Come here silly boy, On my lap
Guess you’re back with a tired new rap
And I don't mean rap as in a Madonna
extreme excruciating dream...

Blind Pew: Sits on her lap.

Claudia: ....

Blind: What? Zyou ordered me to sit on zyour lap!

Claudia: -_-

Dr. Van Neuter: Peepers, no peeing behind the freagin' plant!
Discovers Zoot.
Erm....END THE RAP! END THE RAP!

[WhiteRabbit]

Zoot: *mutters something inaudible while he is still knocked out* -_-

CLAUDIAAAAAAAAA! *Ailie and Dr. Teeth attack her from behind and smother her with love* <3333

[BeakerSqueedom]

Blind Pew: Twirling a strand of her curly hair.
Now, who iz running our way? By ze sound of ze footsteps...it belongs to more zhan one person-

Claudia: Hu-
Pew hops off swiftly as Claudia gets glomped to death.
HIII, GUYYYSSS! <3
Snuggles Ailie giddily.
Does a ghetto handshake with Dr. Teeth.
'Sup, babe.

[WhiteRabbit]

Both: *shaking uncontrollably and speaking very fast from the excitement* HiClaudiaomgwelufflesyou! It'ssogreattohaveyouback! Don'tleaveorelseZootwillgetpushededovertherailinga gain! *they both scream and continue to snuggle her* <333

Zoot: *wakes up from the screaming and accidently knocks into the plant, getting sprayed with dirt* AAAAAAAAH!

[Winslow Leach]

Tony walks by, followed by Lefty.

Tony: Hey Claudia...

Tony and Lefty stop, and do a simultaneous double-take.

Tony & Lefty: CLAUDIA?

Tony: Hey, how are you, Claudia! Good to see you, yeah! Please get Bunsen out of my room...now! Great to have you back, heh heh. I'm serious, he's driving me up the wall!

Lefty: 'Ey Claudia, kin I interest ya in a set of ultra-rare baseball cards? I just got 'em in...dey...uh...dey fell off da truck...riiiiiiiiiiiiight!

Lefty shows Claudia a bunch of baseball cards; each one has the player's face scratched out, with Lefty's in its place.

Lefty: I gots yer Baby Ruth...yer Louie Gary ere...your Joe DiMagpie...Mickey Mouse...Yogi Bear...all da greats! An' I'll letcha have each one fer da unbelievably low price of one nickel! Riiiiiiiiight!

[BeakerSqueedom]

Bunsen: It's the miss! You must hide me, Mr. Tony!
Clings mercilessly to Tony.
Love your arm bumps, Mr. Tony.

Beaker: HRMPH!

Bunsen: BEAKER!

Beaker: MEEP!

Bunsen: BEAKER!

Beaker: MEEEEEEEP!

Dramatically, they run to eachother in slow motion.

[Winslow Leach]

Bunsen is tearfully packing.

Bunsen: Oh, Mr. Tony, must I go?

Tony: Well...Claudia's back.

Bunsen: It's like I just got here!

Mr. Turtle: Speak for yourself!

Tony: Ah, we'll see each other around the dorms, Bunsen.

Bunsen (hopefully) Will we?

Tony: Er...uh...sure, yeah...

Bunsen: Delightful! (twiddles fingers)

Tony: But I'm warning you: if I wake up in the middle of the night, and see you standing over my bed--

Bunsen: Yes?

Tony: Just don't! It's bad enough I have to keep one eye open as it is...what with Lefty and Crazy Harry around.

Bunsen: Oh my stars, do you think Beakie will be happy to see me?

Tony: He'll be overjoyed! (leading Bunsen, who is carrying his suitcase, to the door) Why don't you go up to your room now, and wait for him! He'll be so surprised when he opens the door, and sees you standing there!

Bunsen: I'll probably be sitting...

Tony: Sitting there!

Bunsen: Oh, but...what about my equipment?

Tony: I'll bring it up soon. You just go get ready for Beaker, okay?

Bunsen: Okay...thank you for keeping me here these last few days, Mr. Tony.

Tony: No problem. Always happy to--

Bunsen embraces Tony in a tight bear hug.

Tony: OOF!

Bunsen: I really appreciated your hospitality!

Tony (out of breath) Noproblem...

Bunsen (breaking hug) Well, it's time for me to make like the wind, and split! Tsssssss-ssssssssss-sssssssssst! Once more into the breach!

Bunsen marches out of the room.

Mr. Turtle: That man shouldn't be allowed to run around unsupervised! Such an eccentric person!

Tony: Well, you know what they say...

Pause

Mr. Turtle: What?

Tony: Huh?

Mr. Turtle: What do they say?

Tony: What do who say?

Mr. Turtle (sighs) Sometimes I have my suspicions about you as well!

Tony looks at Mr. Turtle, confused.

[WhiteRabbit]

Zoot: *shoves past Bunsen and starts picking up the rest of his stuffing that fell out after Chamberlain knocked him over the railing*

Chamberlain: *sings It's My Party "coincidentally" as he watches Zoot from a corner*

Zoot: *screeches furiously and chases after him* *suddenly stops and gives up* I can't believe nobody helped me, I could've died back there.

Chamberlain I know, talk about a disappointment...

Zoot: *gives a jolt and punches Chamberlain in the stomach roughly* That's it, I'm running away! *storms down the hall*

[Winslow Leach]

The room is now free of Bunsen's equipment.

Lefty: Finally! Dis place is habitable again!

Newsie (double take) What did you just say?

Lefty: I said dis place is habitable again! Didn't ya hear me da foist time?

Newsie: I'm surprised you know a word like "habitable" is all.

Lefty: What, do ya tink I have mashed potatoes fer brains or sometin'?

Newsie: No, I--

Lefty: Dat I'm unedumacated...dat I'm a what youse call chipmunk's rump, just because my profession don't jell wit yours?

Newsie: Chipmunk's rump?

Lefty: Well lemme tell youse sometin', Walter Crankcase...I gots more brains in one little finger dan you do in dat entire cream puff youse call a body! Riiiiiiiiiiiiiight!

Newsie: Those are fighting words in my country!

Lefty: Oh yeah, what country is dat? Eh...Stupid-head ville?

Newsie: That does it!

Newsie assumes the stance of an old-timey boxer from the 1890s...he holds his two fists out in front of him; Lefty does likewise. The two circle each other, each one afraid to throw the first punch.

Tony enters.

Tony: Well, that's the last of--

Startled, Newsie and Lefty simultaneously give Tony an uppercut; Tony is out cold.

Newsie: Um...

Lefty: Er...

Newsie: Are you thinking what I'm thinking?

Lefty: Giant hippos in tutus dancing Swan Lake?

Newsie: I'm outta here!

Newsie flies out the door; Lefty looks down at Tony; he realizes what Newsie was thinking. He too bolts from the room.

[Beakerfan]

Alex: Now really Sweetums, why would Janice want to - *she suddenly becomes very alert* *sniffs the air* *puts her ear to the floor* CLAUDIAAAAAAAAA! *bolts out the door and glomps Claudia*

[WhiteRabbit]

Zoot: ACK! *is knocked down by Newsie and his legs go over his head* Watch it! *staggers back to his feet and sighs in exasperation* Never mind, it's okay. You're not the first person to trample over me... ;_;