Muppet College Dorms: The Next Semester

[The Count]

*Gets back home to the dorms. *Promptly goes over to Room #22 and gives Claudia a well-deserved yet playful smack on the cheek, and then hugs her welcomingly. Silly girl, noone escapes the Muppets! Now off with you you crazy yet cute wittle wabbit. *Rides downstairs in the elevator. If I didn't know better, I'd say Tony got knocked unconscious again... And Zoot's been hangin' out near one of the upstairs railings.
*Ushers darkness into his room as the door creaks open.

We'll be here all night if you need us. Don't forget to tip your waitresses. Tip them by leaving small bits of money. Don't actually try to tip them over. Most don't like that sort of funny business. And the ones that rarely do might think it's an opening for something more than just tipping. *Shushes after rambling. Guess that Prawn's put me in a ramblin' mood after listening to MuppetCast 52. Good stuff there...

Post too long! Save yourselves before he speaks again!

[Winslow Leach]

Newsie: Oh, I'm sorry Mr....Zoot, is it? How clumsy of me! I'm afraid I can't "rap" with you, as the young people say, as I am not much of a jazz aficionado. I listen to classical, mostly, but I really respect the kind of music you fellows play...right on...man! I also know you're into the rock and roll. I don't care for that either. To me it's noise. It should be called noisy and noisier, heh heh heh! Again, no offense. It's not my cup of tea. To be perfectly frank, some classical music irritates me as well. I only like certain composers. But I "dig" what you "cats" are trying to do. Dude.

[WhiteRabbit]

Zoot: *smiles shyly* It's okay, man. Different people, different tastes, I've got no problem with it. *fixes his hat hastily* Hey, I--I'm sorry for freaking out at you by the way, it's not your fault I'm such a klutz. =/

[Winslow Leach]

If I didn't know better, I'd say Tony got knocked unconscious again...

Yuppers!

I believe this is the 1, 424th time...

[Winslow Leach]

Newsie: Oh, you didn't uh..."freak me out," Zoot. Believe it or not, I have a reputation for being something of a klutz as well, heh heh. Honestly, I don't know where these rumors start...

Crazy Harry runs up to Newsie and hands him a lit bomb.

Crazy Harry: Hold this! I gotta catch a bus! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Crazy Harry runs off.

Newsie: Why, sure, Harry, be glad to--

KA-BOOM!

Newsie, charred, stands, his hair mussed, his glasses askew, his clothing in tatters; he trembles slightly.

Newsie: Where do people get these insane rumors?

[Beakerfan]

Alex: *walks in and throws some rolled up posters onto her bed*
Hey Animal. Pop this CD in for me, why doncha? *tosses him a CD*

Animal: *eyes get big as he looks at the CD* MET-AL-LI-CA! METAL-LI-CA! *jumps up and down and excitedly puts the CD in*

Alex: You know it!

The song "Enter Sandman" begins to play

Alex: You wanna help me hang these posters? *tosses him a poster*

Animal: Yeah! Poster! Rock! Rock! *begins to hang a Black Sabbath poster*

Alex: *laughs as she hangs a Led Zeppelin poster*

[WhiteRabbit]

Newsie: Oh, you didn't uh..."freak me out," Zoot. Believe it or not, I have a reputation for being something of a klutz as well, heh heh. Honestly, I don't know where these rumors start...

Crazy Harry runs up to Newsie and hands him a lit bomb.

Crazy Harry: Hold this! I gotta catch a bus! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Crazy Harry runs off.

Newsie: Why, sure, Harry, be glad to--

KA-BOOM!

Newsie, charred, stands, his hair mussed, his glasses askew, his clothing in tatters; he trembles slightly.

Newsie: Where do people get these insane rumors?

Zoot: *sighs at Crazy Harry and brushes the dust out of Newsie's hair and fixes his glasses for him* I'm sure you're not. You're just...you were just tricked. *sympathetically* The same stuff happens to me all the time. Especially around Chamberlain...that little rat. *glances down at the floor* I miss when the whole band was together, the old one. Dr. Teeth is always off somewhere with his "darling" Ailie and the others are in another room. I hardly see them anymore. -_-

[Winslow Leach]

Newsie: Yeah, I know what you mean..."man." The Electric Mayhem was tight, yo! I mean...you were a rather unified group, from what I saw and, ugh, heard at the Muppet Theatre. To tell you the truth, whenever you guys came on, I would be in my dressing room, stuffing cotton in my ears. I think one time I even forgot to take the cotton out, and did a whole story with my ears plugged. It was rather embarrassing. But. I'm sure you'll be okay. From what I hear, you're in two bands now. That is "awesome," if I may say so. When I was in high school, I played triangle...

Ah, the triangle. The most misunderstood instrument in the high school band. The other kids played cooler instruments, like the flute or clarinet or drums. But I signed up too late, and all that was left was the triangle. Sure, the other kids laughed at me. They called me "Triangle" and "Square" and "Johnny One-Note"...they called me other things too, but those were the worst! But I put all my heart and soul into each and every song we learned! Sometimes the rest of the band would drown me out, but I played as tough and as hard as I could! I played until my wrist felt numb! But did the other kids care? No! They laughed at me! Yeah, you try playing "Land of 1,000 Dances" or "Farmer in the Dell" without a triangle. See how it sounds...it's like eating a peanut butter and jelly sandwich without the peanut butter! I was the best triangle player in the state, but did anybody care? Huh? Huh? Did they? No! No, they didn't! They didn't appreciate me or my triangle! Why? WHY ? !

Newsie breaks down and sobs.

[The Count]

Huh? Didn't Crazy Harry play the triangle? *Tries to figure out what monster or mythic creature to cast as the tuba player for the boogedy band.

[WhiteRabbit]

Zoot: Newsie, you know, you don't have to use the "hip slang" around me. You should just be yourself...I like you just as you--*his smile fades as Newsie insults the Electric Mayhem* Well, I di-- *is cut off again as Newsie launches into a story about his highschool days and listens patiently* Oh, man... =/ *his anger starts to ebb away and he pulls the Newsman into a hug, stroking his back* Shhh...it's okay, shhhh...poor thing. If it makes you feel any better, I appreciate the triangle and I'm sure you were great at playing it. =) *wipes away Newsie's tears with his thumbs gently*

[Winslow Leach]

Newsie: Huh...er...thanks, Zoot...I think...um...yeah...hoo-boy...(looks at wrist, which has no watch) Look at the time! Thank you for cheering me up, Zoot! I appreciate it! Just...let me know when you plan on "jamming," so I can plug my ears. Because, as you know, I am not a fan of the rock and the roll. Bleh!

[Winslow Leach]

Huh? Didn't Crazy Harry play the triangle?

Newsie walks past the Count.

Newsie: Yes, on The Muppet Show, Crazy Harry did play the triangle. I was referring to my own years when I...gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!

TRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIAA AAAAAAAAANNNGLE!

Newsie collapses, and sobs.

[WhiteRabbit]

Zoot: Don't mention it. *let's go of Newsie reluctantly and watches him break down again* *pulls him up to his feet and leads him back to Tony's room* *under his breath as he leaves* See if I play the sympathetic card with you again, you square. *walks down the hall*

[The Count]

*Hears clinging noise. Remember children...
Count: Everytime a triangle rings...
UD: A newsman gets his sobbing stings.

Hush you... Go play with that rat's tail you found at the Bizarre Bazaar.
*The phantomly dragon exits to show his treasure to Pew and Chammy.

[Erine81981]

*walks out the door with a bag of trash*

Oscar: *sees me* Oh, hi tubby. Hey! Looks like you decied to bring me something after all.

Well Oscar. I decied to bring some Basura.

Oscar: Basura! I thought you were going to bring me some trash!

Oscar! Basura is the spanish word for trash.

Oscar: Oh yeah! Oh then give me. Give me.

*music starts up*

Basura! For grouches it's like trash. Basura!
In spanish it means trash Basura! Basura!

(Oscar: Oh yeah. Give it to me.)

All these empty cans and these beat up cans *pulls them out of the trash bag and throws on the floor by Oscar's can*
Are Basura! Basura!
The things that make a grouch
stop and leaned an ear
So give a cheer for Basura!

(Oscar: Hey Basura! Then give it to me.)

A grouch will walk a mile for Basura.
A grouch may even smile. Basura! Basura!

(Oscar: Yea.)

All these tater rags and these crumpled bags *pulls out some more stuff*
are Basura! Basura! The thing no healthy grouch
wants to give away. So shout hooray for Basura! Basura! Basura!

(Oscar: Basura! Basura! Basura! Heh heh heh)

The crumple paper cluter, Basura!
Any trash that's in the gutter will be sureura.
It's Basura. Not it ain't called Aurthar or Peter or Sally
But if you got trash you can bet your tamile that Basssurrrrrra!
It's Basura!

*music ends*

Oscar: Wow! You know sometimes i almost like the people around here. Heh heh......

[Katzi428]

Oscar!:mad: That's not nice to call people names!You might have hurt Kyle's feelings!
:grouchy: Ask me if I care,4 eyes! I've been doing this forever!Or don't you know that?Heh heh!slamming trash can lid shut
mumbling to myself What a pain!
:grouchy: That's me!

[Erine81981]

*hallors out the door* Thanks Kathy! *shuts the door* What a girl that Kathy is. I'm glad to have her, Rosita and Pairie as my friends.

Grover: Me too.

Herry: Me three.

Murray: Me four.

Burce: I really don't care.

Me and the Monsters: Awwww hush up!

We all laugh at each other

[Katzi428]

Kyle & his roomies are very sweet!
Prairie:Yep...they are!
yawn.....s-t-r-e-t-c-h... I'm off to bed.I'm so tired!:sleep:
Prairie: Yeah...you look exhausted! You were up early this morning.
Uh huh...I was. Luckily I can sleep in tomorrow.
Rosita:I hope you do!Sweet dreams,Kathy
Prairie:Sleep well.
Thanks.

[Erine81981]

Murray: *walks into the hallway and looks out a window* Isn't it just beautiful up there. Well since it's almost time for bed i guess i would give the sponcers tonight.

"Muppet Dorms was brought to you by the letter "R" "P" and letter "K" and by the number
"3." Muppet Dorms is a prouduction of the Muppet Central Forms. Good night everyone. Sweet dreams."

[Beakerfan]

Alex: *singing softly to herself* Don't close your eyes..... don't close your eeeyes.... don't sing your last lullabyeeeee.......

Sweetums: Gee, that seems like an odd song to sing before bed.

Alex: Yeah, but it's such a beautiful song. It really helps put me to sleep.

Bean: Like in Mary Poppins?

Alex: Yeah, I guess so.

Animal: Sing song?

Floyd: Yeah, why don't you sing us a song?

Janice: Like, a bedtime song? That would be totally groovy!

Alex: *sigh* Well, okay. But only if you get in bed first.

Everyone quickly gets into bed

Alex: Stay awake,
Don't rest your head
Don't lie down upon your bed,
While the moon drifts in the skies,
Stay awake, don't close your eyes.

Though the world is fast asleep,
Though your pillow's soft and deep,
You're not sleepy
As you seem

Stay awake,
Don't nod and dream...

Stay awake,
Don't nod...... and dream

*whispers* Good night my angels..... *turns out the light and quietly gets in bed*

[redBoobergurl]

Beth *hums Somebody's Getting Married*
Red: Wait a minute, aren't you already married?
Beth: Yeah, I am
Mokey: Then why are you humming that song?
Beth: Because my best friend is getting married on Saturday
Wanda: Oh how exciting!
Abby: Is her dress pretty?
Beth: It really is. You guys want to see the one I get to wear?
Abby: Yeah!
Mokey: Are you in the wedding?
Beth: Yes, I'm the matron of honor
Red: Sounds like alot of responsibility
Beth: It has been, but I'm happy to be there for her. *goes to the closet and pulls out a purple gown* Here it is
Abby: I like it, it's pretty
Beth: Me too. Anyway, I might not be around much on Friday and Saturday just as a heads up guys
Mokey: No problem, have a great time!

[WhiteRabbit]

Ailie and her roomies: Congrats for your friend, Red. <333 *plays a rock version of the wedding song* ^_^

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Ailie: *curls up in her room, sick and lonely*

Chamberlain: *slides into her room, snickering* Guess what I just wrote on Zoot's head while he was asleep?

Ailie: "Insert Brain Here?" *pulls down her blanket to glower at him*

Chamberlain: Mmm...how could you have known that?

Ailie: No idea...go away. I'm going to have so much work to catch up on...this sucks...

Chamberlain: Then you don't want to know what those pair of twisted musicians are planning for you once you get into the living room...do you?

Ailie: What is it? *gets up and follows him out, seeing the living room decked out to look like a class* My life's a living h--

Zoot: *in drag, dressed like an oldfashioned schoolteacher* *taps his ruler against the mini chalkboard* Hello, young lady! Please take your seat and NO TALKING before I go all Margaret Hamilton on your--

Dr. Teeth: *in dorky, Newsielike clothes and glasses he "borrowed" from Bunsen* Miss Ailie, how can you symbolize this chicken wing? What is its place in the world, what meaning does it have in its life? *takes a bite out of it and then places it on her desk* Bueller...Bueller...Bueller...

Zoot: Pop quiz! *blows up a balloon and shoves a needle into it* When was the last decade I ever went on a date? Can't answer? Neither can I! *breaks down, weeping*

Dr. Teeth: 4.5 billion years ago? *places an apple on Zoot's desk*

Zoot: Yes, right while the earth itself was being created. Oh, oh, Teacher made a funny!

Dr. Teeth: *booes and throws a globe at him*

Zoot: EEP! Okay, recess time... *falls asleep on his desk.

Ailie: XD Well, I guess it was nice of you guys to try to educate me while I was sick. Anybody want to watch Mean Girls?

Zoot: *wakes up* Totally! I mean, I just watch it because Rachel McAdams is cute...

Chamberlain: Sure you do... =P

[BeakerSqueedom]

Bunsen: I'm certain only the careless lose their things.
Not once have I ever lost them! I wonder how this came about.
Prods for them miserably.
I'm hitting that age! Memory gorwing useless by the minute...brain cells decreasing...becoming s dimwit...
Gasps at the thought.
Oh, I'm so silly!
Honestly, is that any way to talk?
I suppose I...
Quiets down as he overhears Dr. Teeth's mimicry.
He has quite the nerve!
Ah, well.

Beaker: Mee mee meee.

Bunsen: He doesn't know any better, Beakie!

Beaker: MEE MEE MEE!

Bunsen: Yes, yes. Don't let that get to you.
Pats him on the back.

Beaker: Sobs.

Pew: Zyes, zyes.
No one appreciates brilliance when zey see it.
Bumps into a wall; falls back.

Claudia: HELP! THE SINK IS EATING ME ALIVE!

Bunsen: Tsstss-tsss-tsssst!
That isn't the sink!
That's the...
Erm...I see something looming over me...
Dear, I may not have my glasses on, but I know for a fact you gained some weight!

Sink-lookalike Monster: REEEAARRGGHHHHHHH!

Blind Pew: Zhat's not her, zyou seabiscuit!
Zhat is...
Pokes at it gently with his stick.
A somezing....

Claudia: EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
NO! WAIT! STOP! DON'T DO THAT!
HEY! NOOOO! I'm TICKLISH! ;_;

Sink Monster: <3

Beaker: Runs over to Ailie's room.
MEEP!
MEEE MEEE MEEE MEEE!

Bunsen: Bumps into Ailie; falls again.

[WhiteRabbit]

Ailie: ACK! *falls over* What's wrong, Bunsen?

Zoot: *ignores Beaker's cries and winds his hair around his finger in boredom* Put a sock in it, carrot top. >_>

Dr. Teeth: Er... *pulls off Bunsen's glasses hastily and sets them on Chamberlain's beak* He took 'em!

Chamberlain: HEY! *sees his reflection* Mmm... :scary:

[BeakerSqueedom]

Bunsen: I'm afraid that trick has been overused.
He grabs them, running back to the room.

Beaker: PHBBBBTTT!
Rasberries.

Bunsen: Beaker! Manners?

Beaker: Mee?

---

[The Count]

*Arrives home a little down. Hey guys. Count: Anything happen today? Well, in one of my classes... The one with the movies, I got a smile from the first scene of The Firm where a guy's yelling "Stroke!" Reminded me of the first moment from Nora's fabulous fanfic debut. *Sigh... We need more fics, or at least more updates to get the stories started finished. Either that, or I need a dose of Bein' Green that Prawny sent me to cheer up a little.
*Slumps down in chair to listen before nodding off in a nap, maybe that dream involving the Reaper and Casper will come back to get finished.

[Winslow Leach]

Microphone in center of room; another one to the right. Tony stands at the center mic, strumming his guitar. Lefty, on bass, and Newsie, on rhythm guitar, stand by the right mic. Behind them, on drums, is Crazy Harry.

Tony: Okay, guys, I think I got this one nailed down. Ready?

Newsie: Yessir.

Lefty: Since when do I play bass?

Tony: Since you were the one who "found" it--

Tony & Lefty: --after it fell of the/da truck...

Tony: Yeah.

Lefty: Riiiiiiiiiiight.

Tony (to Crazy Harry) You okay back there, Ringo?

Crazy Harry: AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Tony: Remember, Harry, this is a mid-tempo ballad...a love song...don't go all Zeppelin on me, okay? Just like we rehearsed. All right. Everyone ready? (silence) Good! Okay, before we begin, I would like to dedicate this one to...(gestures with head to trap door)

Lefty: Da ceiling?

Tony: I'll deal with you later, smart guy! Okay. One...two...three, and...

Lefty: Four?

Tony: You're really gonna regret opening your mouth, I swear! All right. Ready? One...two...three, and...

"Take My Hand" begins. It's an innocuous, mid-tempo pop song, reminiscent of Buddy Holly. Tony sings with sincerety, putting his whole heart into the song. While singing, he occasionally glances up at the trap door.

Tony (sings)

Take

Lefty & Newsie

Take, take

Tony

Take my hand

Lefty & Newsie

Take my hand

Tony

We're gonna walk through the park
I promise to have you home before dark

Lefty & Newsie

Home before dark

Tony

Oh, life would be so sweet
Walking with you down the street
Oh baby
C'mon and take my hand

Lefty & Newsie

C'mon and take my hand

Tony

Don't you know I like you?
You're pretty and nice
Walking with you would be paradise
Sharing the moment, me and you
Walking down the avenue

So please

Lefty & Newsie

Please, please

Tony

Take my hand

Lefty & Newsie

Take my hand

Tony

You know I know you can
So please, take my hand

The guys play an instrumental.

Tony

It's all right if you're coy
After all, I'm a boy
And you're a girl but make no mistake
Yours is the hand I want to take

So please

Lefty & Newsie

Please, please

Tony

Take my hand

Lefty & Newsie

Take my hand

Tony

You know I know you can
So please take my hand

Lefty & Newsie

C'mon and take my hand

Tony

Come and walk with me
And please take my hand

Lefty & Newsie

C'mon and take my hand

end of song

Tony: Okay, great guys! Just great!

Newsie: Do you think she heard it, Tony?

Tony: I hope so!

Lefty: Who's dat? Da ceiling?

Tony: Good work, Harry. I've never heard you so restrained before. Very nice!

Crazy Harry's drumset explodes, a la Keith Moon.

Crazy Harry: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Tony: I spoke too soon...

Lefty: Wah-wah-waaaaaaaaaaah...

[WhiteRabbit]

Ailie's roomies all stop at the sound of the music and rush out to Tony's dorm to admire him and the others.

Zoot: *after it ends* WOW! Talk about amazing...

Dr. Teeth: Amen. You guys is outtasight! =D

Ailie: *swoons over Crazy Harry* <333 My hero...

Chamberlain: Meh. *gets pelted with bricks from the other three*

[TogetherAgain]

Lisa: <Glares at computer screen>
Chef: ...Mershka røøn?
Lisa: Ja, naturlich. Was ist NICHT?
Rowlf: Can't understand ya, Lisa.
Lisa: Warum nicht?
Rowlf: Woof!
Lisa: Oh... sorry... German. ...What were we talking about?
Chef: Shmergle røøn?
Lisa: Oh. Well, this paper requires that I use at least one secondary source, therefore, I have no clue what to write.
Chef: Ahhhhh. Rürten de køøken heestüreereeree!
Lisa: ...I'm afraid it's not quite that simple. <Sigh> Is it next weekend yet?
Rowlf: Not even THIS weekend yet.
Lisa: Phooey...

[Muppet Newsgirl]

(A care package has been delivered to Lisa's door. It contains a bottle of swamp moss soothing gel from Beige, a covered bowl of chocolate pudding from Storyteller, a couple of joke books from Scooter and a new lap desk from Nora and Erin.)

Nora: How's the headache, Erin?
Erin: I think it's finally gone away. I think what happened is I strained a muscle in my neck or something.
Scooter: Ouch. Well, coulda been worse...I remember that one time my uncle sprained his knee.
Beige: Lemme guess, your aunt could have qualified for sainthood after that.
Scooter: You bet.
Storyteller: My great-aunt used to get rheumatism every spring - you could hear her creaking and groaning from five caves away.
Nora: And Mrs. Farley says she can't get up on a ladder in a shop anymore without getting an ache in her lower back.
Erin: I'm seeing a trend here - we're talking about people's orthopedic aches and pains. (pause) Speaking of which, wonder how Lisa's doing?
Scooter: Well, she's speaking German, so she must be doing a little better.

[The Count]

*Lieing asleep with Kermit plush he got from a lady love admirer this last St. Patrick's Day.
It's 11 o'clock... Have you hugged your Muppet today?

[Beakerfan]

Sweetums: *tucking Bean into bed, grabs a book to read for him*

Animal: *shoves Sweetums out of the way and begins to um.. sing* TWInkle TWINKLE have YOU any WOOL? YEAH YEAAAAH la la yaddadadaaaaa..... *is shoved away by Sweetums*

Sweetums: Animal, thanks for helping. But this is MY job.

Alex: Come on Animal. Get into bed. *hands him a pair of headphones*

Animal: *looks at her quizzically and puts them on* Rock?

Alex: Yep. All our favorites... Metallica, Black Sabbath, Iron Maiden, Guns 'n' Roses, KISS......

Animal: *holds his drumsticks in an X above his head* PETER CRISS! PETER CRISS!

Alex: You know it! But you have to promise to be quiet when you listen to them. You can't wake anybody up.

Animal: O-KAY.... *climbs onto his mattress and happily listens to the headphones*

[WhiteRabbit]

Ailie: *slips out to leave for school, feeling much better today*

[The Count]

*Spots Ailie sneaking out in the middle of the um, dawn... *Nods approvingly and hopes she has a good day.

[Winslow Leach]

Ailie's roomies all stop at the sound of the music and rush out to Tony's dorm to admire him and the others.

Zoot: *after it ends* WOW! Talk about amazing...

Dr. Teeth: Amen. You guys is outtasight! =D

Ailie: *swoons over Crazy Harry* <333 My hero...

Chamberlain: Meh. *gets pelted with bricks from the other three*

Tony: Thanks, Ailie! I'm glad you liked it! Thank you Zoot...and Dr. Teeth...hey, man, what can I say? I am a fan! That's high praise coming from a respected musician like you! (to Chamberlain - after he has been pelted with bricks) And you! Aw, c'mere, ya knucklehead!

Tony grabs Chamberlain in a headlock, and gives him a noogie.

[Winslow Leach]

Lefty takes the center mic. He has an electric guitar slung around his neck, and a harmonica attached to his mouth. Crazy Harry sits behind him, on another drum set (the first one exploded, you see). Lefty wears a black, wild, unkempt frizzy wig and dark shades, looking like Bob Dylan, circa 1965. He sings in a nasally twang, and a Dylan-esque accent. The song is played fast, with galloping drums.

Lefty (sings)

Maggie left me this mornin' and I'm feelin' blue
Out on the corner the garbage man spouts Shakespeare
Flowers wear riot helmets for fear of bein' stepped on
The organ grinder's monkey went solo
Marmalade and peanut butter won't talk anymore
Uncle Cornelius took a shower!

The cereal bowl called a blade of grass dirty names while Count Chocula laughed
Forty thousand crayons rioted in the streets
And the wild turkeys were lookin' for handouts
The tumbleweed missed the bus
My head is achin' from all those cows out there
Singin' tunes from Pagliacci!

Wild, frantic harmonica solo

Quasimodo got a ticket from a cop for parkin' his 'vette in a no-parkin' zone
Mud'll get you nothin' but a handful of raisins
Mr. Potato Head works undercover for the F.B.I.
Melons racin' down a hill to escape revolution
The toaster oven went on strike
A bunch of chickens beat up Colonel Sanders!

A fire caused the year to leap
Gumdrops clawing at the door, waitin' for Godot
The man with the tin ear played a gold whistle
And the pipe dream smokestack said "toot-toot"
The king is sitting on his throne, but his head is too big for office
My soul is krazy-glued to a flying rodent!

Wild, frantic harmonica solo

end of song

Tony: Er, Lefty...what was that? That's not a Bob Dylan song.

Lefty: Yes it is.

Tony: I'm pretty sure it isn't.

Lefty: Ah, whadda you know, mister music expert?

Tony: Well...I'm pretty sure Dylan never wrote "My soul is krazy-glued to a flying rodent."

Lefty: Sure he did! Ya know, sometimes his woids come out, what you say, incomprehensible...riiiiiiiiiight!

Tony: Lefty. Where did you get the song?

Lefty: I guess I can't fool ya, huh? Well...ya know my songwriter friend I.M.A. Hackk?

Tony: Yeah.

Lefty: Well, dis was written by his brudder.

Tony: And what's his name?

Lefty: C.I.M.A. Hackk.

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

Lefty: Shaddap.

Tony: What's the name of this classic anyway?

Lefty: "The Sittin' on My Porch While Thousands of Red Ants Gnaw Away At It Blues."

Tony (beat) I'm gonna grab some eats...

Lefty (as he follows Tony out) Hey, I was the foist guy ta ever sing dat...

Tony: With any luck, you'll be the last guy too...

[Beakerfan]

Sweetums: *shaking Alex* Alex Alex Alex! Wake up!

Alex: *groans and rolls over to look at Sweetums* Ugh what?

Sweetums: I just found out! Well, actually, I overheard from Tony's room..... I couldn't help it! I was just laying with my.... head.... on the.... trap... door.... and and and the music was kinda loud and -

Alex: *glares*

Sweetums: Mr. Potatohead works for the FBI! All this time.... I had no idea! I mean, do you think that he could be watching us right now?

Bean: *snickers as he sets a grinning Mr. Potatohead on the kitchen table and another on the bookshelf as though they are looking at Sweetums*

Alex: I dunno Sweetums.... five more minutes, okay? *rolls over and pulls the blanket over her head*

[BeakerSqueedom]

Bored, the unamed figure plans out a malicious plot; tapping his pencil in thought, he looks to an old tattered garb nearby. He jumps at the sound of a fallen mask.

He pokes at it timidly.

...

A curious look crosses his face.

---
Bunsen: Time in a bottle...
Hums lightly to himself.
Oh, Composta, is that you?
Notices the figure's shadow as being rather lumpy.
Com...posta? Would you like something?
Please, do say something.
He does not dare turn around.

Figure: Huuuhhh...huuuhhh....
Hovering over him, he places his hands on the poor scientist's shoulders, queitly staring.
Heavy breathing is heard through the mask.

Bunsen: I haven't a penny to my name!
Should you desire something, take it!
Preferably the chaotic wonder, if you please.
Feeling bold? You may have Claudia's plush duck!
You may even have Beaker's Spongebob boxers--don't ask how I know that. Erhem--if that's alright with you.
Find it in your heart--be merciful!
Dramatically falls to his knees, begging for his life.

Oh, before you do me in, adjust your helmet...
It looks awfully tight. I dare ask, are you a fan of Star Wars?
Isn't that interesting! I, on the other hand, am easily repelled by Science-fiction nonsense...supposing....

Figure: ?
As Bunsen continues his pointless chatter, he looks around the room frantically, unable to stay still.
He nervously wiggles his fingers, unsure on how to escape the situation.
He fumbles with the helmet.
His whimpering is evident, so is his clusterphobia.


Bunsen: You may commit murder on me, sir!
But do realize one day you may choke on cheese...
and when you do...that will be a bitter reminder of my death! Yes, sir!

I won't die without a fight, mind you--oh, how daring!
Giggles.
Fearfully shakes.

Beaker: Gasping wildly at the helmet's hold, he wanders blindly, falling into an empty flower pot.
MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!
He manages to position it; he relaxes.
He notices he can't see (flowerpot over head).
He screams, again:
MEEEEEEEEP!MEEEEPPPPPPPP!

Bunsen: I...
Sees the scene unfold in amazement.
He slyly smiles, getting up to stir his tea.
He stares...
Oh, who could it be?
Will someone save me?
Goodness, gracious, I'm petrified.

Where could my fickle assistant be?

Beaker: MEEP MEEP!
Pointing to himself as if to say, HELP!

Bunsen: Beaker? Beaker.
Where are you?
Ah, well, I'll just...linger here...staring danger in the face.
Tss-tsst-sst...

Oh my, this is most frightening!

Beaker: MWOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Claudia: A sandwhich I must make.
Rumbling my stomach is.
Backwards I am talking.
Sees Beaker.
DARTH MEEPIOUS! O_O
Takes out her weapon.
Beaker: YODIAMEEP! O_O
Does so, too.
Manages to remove the flower pot.

The Duel of Fates plays behind them as they fight furiously....






with sandwhiches

[The Count]

...Claws drag on the wall... Dirt is removed at intervals... Another figure of non-descript origin is amazed that der Squeaky wonder has survived the trap of the sink monster. He waits for an opportunity... Then without her knowing it, quickly squeaks Claudia's nose and runs away.

Hahahaha! You'll not catch me little haunter. If I decide to post it!

[WhiteRabbit]

Ailie: *slips into her dorm dressed like Tiffany from Bride of Chucky*

Chamberlain: Halloween was so six months ago, Ailie. =P

Ailie: Don't remind me. *sniff* I can't help that my holiday spirit comes out at the most random times. X_X

Dr. Teeth: *appears dressed like Candyman and nudges Chamberlain with his fake hook* Um...trick or treat?

Zoot: *dressed up like HIM from the Powerpuff girls* What? Do I look fat? Should I add fake blood around my mouth?

Ailie: XD No, it's great, Zoot! Who's up for randomly bursting into a song?

Dr. Teeth: Me!

Zoot: Me!

Chamberlain: Meh... *goes into the hallway with them and turns down the lights*

Dr. Teeth: It's Close To Midnight And Something Evil's Lurking In The Dark
Under The Moonlight You See A Sight That Almost Stops Your Heart
You Try To Scream But Terror Takes The Sound Before You Make It
You Start To Freeze As Horror Looks You Right Between The Eyes,
You're Paralyzed

All: 'Cause This Is Thriller, Thriller Night
And No One's Gonna Save You From The Beast About
Strike
You Know It's Thriller, Thriller Night
You're Fighting For Your Life Inside A Killer, Thriller
Tonight

Dr. Teeth: You Hear The Door Slam And Realize There's Nowhere Left To Run
You Feel The Cold Hand And Wonder If You'll Ever See The Sun
You Close Your Eyes And Hope That This Is Just
Imagination
But All The While You Hear The Creature Creepin' Up
Behind
You're Out Of Time

All: 'Cause This Is Thriller, Thriller Night
There Ain't No Second Chance Against The Thing With
Forty Eyes
You Know It's Thriller, Thriller Night
You're Fighting For Your Life Inside Of Killer, Thriller Tonight

Chamberlain: Night Creatures Call
And The Dead Start To Walk In Their Masquerade
There's No Escapin' The Jaws Of The Alien This Time
(They're Open Wide)
This Is The End Of Your Life

Dr. Teeth: They're Out To Get You, There's Demons Closing In On Every Side
They Will Possess You Unless You Change The Number On Your Dial
Now Is The Time For You And I To Cuddle Close Together
All Thru The Night I'll Save You From The Terror On The Screen,
I'll Make You See

All: That This Is Thriller, Thriller Night
'Cause I Can Thrill You More Than Any Ghost Would Dare To Try
Girl, This Is Thriller, Thriller Night
So Let Me Hold You Tight And Share A Killer, Diller, Chiller
Thriller Here Tonight

Chamberlain: *rapping in a Vincent Price voice*
Darkness Falls Across The Land
The Midnite Hour Is Close At Hand
Creatures Crawl In Search Of Blood
To Terrorize Y'awl's Neighbourhood
And Whosoever Shall Be Found
Without The Soul For Getting Down
Must Stand And Face The Hounds Of ****
And Rot Inside A Corpse's Shell
The Foulest Stench Is In The Air
The Funk Of Forty Thousand Years
And Grizzy Ghouls From Every Tomb
Are Closing In To Seal Your Doom
And Though You Fight To Stay Alive
Your Body Starts To Shiver
For No Mere Mortal Can Resist
The Evil Of The Thriller
*cackles as the song fades out*

[The Count]

*Count and UD get down with Ailie & Co.

UD: Wonder when she who must not be named will show up.
Count: Cla...
UD: Shhh! Yes, you know MJ music is the mating call of the squeaky meepy one.
Count: Quite.
UD: BTW Ailie... Could you please describe the Candyman and Tiffany for our bonefit? These might interest Ed at some point to have in his monster roster. :scary:

[WhiteRabbit]

Dr. Teeth: *watches Chamberlain breakdance, looking rather impressed*

Zoot: *attempts to copy him and falls over*

Ailie: These pictures should say it all. XP *holds up a book of horror movie people*

(ooc: Other dormies, don't look if you hate horror movies. XP)

Tiff= http://i135.photobucket.com/albums/q129/crystalvickers/photo10.jpg

Candyman=
http://i162.photobucket.com/albums/t255/twistedmango/candyman2.jpg

[The Count]

*While the others attempt to breakdance...

Count: Thank you Ailie. But if you could textually describe them, that would be better, as Ed's eyesight is well... Blind as abatty bat as he likes to say from time to time.
:batty:

*OOC: No need to worry Rabbit, just send me the descripts please and thank you.
*Communicator goes off.

[WhiteRabbit]

Ailie: Okies, me sorry. I'll give you 'em asap. ;)

[BeakerSqueedom]

Bunsen: Miss Ailie, you mustn't sing that!
You will anger she who must not be named!

Beaker: MEE-

Dr. Van Neuter: Too late. -_-

Claudia: Who dares challenge my Michael Jackson lovin'?
Her voice booms as she tosses her sandwich to the side swiftly. A grin crosses her lips; a creepy one. She is dressed in the typical Jackson style (clothes) and is in puffysocks/pennyloafers.
Everyone knows the classics, yes!
But do you know his recent ones? >)
Oh...well...they were made some years ago...but STILL!
In his Invincible cd <3.

DO YOU?

Cackles loudly.

Composta: Hit it, little monster!

Claudia: Gladly. Do the honors, Neuter.

Dr. Van Neuter: I'mma hand this role over to the melon.

Bunsen: Oh goodness.
Tonight’s story is somewhat unique and calls for a different kind of introduction
A monster had arrived in Hensonville
The major ingredient of any recipe for fear is the unknown
And this person or thing is soon to be met
She knows every thought, she can feel every emotion
Oh yes, I did forget something didn’t I? I forgot to introduce you to the monster.

Claudia: You’re fearing me, ‘cause you know I’m a beast
Watching you when you sleep, when you’re in bed
I’m underneath.

You’re trapped in halls, and my face in your walls
I’m the floor when you fall, and when you scream it’s ‘cause of me
I’m the living dead, the dark thoughts in your head
I heard just what you said
That’s why you’ve got to be threatened by me.

You should be watching me, you should feel threatened
Why you sleep, why you creep, you should be threatened
Every time your lady speaks she speaks to me, threatened
Half of me you’ll never be, so you should feel threatened by me.

You think you’re by yourself, but it’s my touch you felt
I’m not a ghost from H*ll, but I’ve got a spell on you
Your worst nightmare, it's me, I'm everywhere
In one blink I’ll disappear, and then I’ll come back to haunt you.

I’m telling you, when you lie under a tomb
I’m the one watching you
That’s why you got to be threatened by me.

Dr. Van Neuter:
The unknown monster is about to embark
From a far corner, out of the dark
A nightmare, that’s the case
Never Neverland, that’s the place.

This particular monster can read minds
Be in two places at the same time
This is judgement night, execution, slaughter
The devil, ghosts, this monster is torture
You can be sure of one thing, that’s fate
A human presence that you feel is strange
A monster that you can see disappear
A monster, the worst thing to fear.


Claudia: You should be watching me, you should feel threatened
Why you sleep, why you creep, you should be threatened
Every time your lady speaks she speaks to me, threatened
Half of me you’ll never be, so you should feel threatened by me.

You think you’re by yourself, but it’s my touch you felt
I’m not a ghost from ****, but I’ve got a spell on you
Your worst nightmare, it's me, I'm everywhere
In one blink I’ll disappear, and then I’ll come back to haunt you
I’m telling you, when you lie under a tomb
I’m the one watching you
That’s why you got to be threatened by me.

Bunsen:
What you have just witnessed could be the end of a particularly terrifying nightmare.
It isn’t. It’s the beginning.

The lights flicker, going off.

Claudia: WHO TURNED OFF THE SUN? XP

Composta: Oops, sorry.

Lights turn on.
Claudia is in a Jigsaw costume.

LET'S PLAY A LITTLE GAME! YEEAHAHAH!

XP I'm the little dude who kills people with his own torture devices!

[WhiteRabbit]

All of Ailie's roomies start to bow before Claudia until they realize what her costume is.

Ailie: Jigsaw? XP I've got a better idea--

Chamberlain: Jigsaw is way lame, he's not even scary. =P

Dr. Teeth: *poking Beaker with his fake hook* What's a Jigsaw?

Zoot: *pulls a prom dress over Claudia's head and dumps fake blood all over her* CARRIE!

Ailie: *snugs her* <3

Chamberlain: *dances*

[The Count]

Uh... Could I please get descripts of what Candyman, Jigsaw and Tiffany look like, features and wardrobe and all? Thanks, sorry to be such a bother. Will join the spooking later, after I've fed on the souls of the ******.

[WhiteRabbit]

Ailie: *trips over Chamberlain* Count, me sent you mine. XP

[Winslow Leach]

Lefty has been wildly breakdancing during "Thriller."

Newsie stands, with his hands in his pockets, trying to move to the beat...he bends his knees, attempts to twist, etc.

[WhiteRabbit]

Dr. Teeth: *"accidently" shoves Newsie into the wall* My bad... =P

Zoot: XD *trips over his highheels* Dang it!

[Winslow Leach]

Newsie (slammed into wall) Oof! I'm sorry, Mr. Musician-man...I must have stumbled over my own feet! I'm kinda clumsy...but I can do the Charleston like nobody's business!

Newsie begins to do the Charleston, dance craze of the 1920s. He *is* actually quite good.

Crazy Harry enters and taps him on the shoulder.

Newsie (still dancing) Yes?

Crazy Harry hands Newsie a lit bomb.

Crazy Harry: AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Crazy Harry runs away.

Newsie (still dancing) How the dickens am I supposed to dance with--

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!

When the smoke clears, all that's left of Newsie are his shoes...

[WhiteRabbit]

Fizzgig: *comes up from behind Newsie and starts tearing at his leg*

Ailie: *beams at Crazy Harry* <3 Thanks for that!

Dr. Teeth: *scowls jealously* Aw, no, he didn'. *chases after Crazy Harry and prods him with the fake hook*

Zoot: *yawns and stares at his reflection smugly*

[Muppet Newsgirl]

(Meanwhile, three separate sing-alongs are in process in room 7.)

Erin: (singing) Step by step,
Nora: (singing) Heart to heart,
Both: Left right left, we all fall down...like toy soldiers.

Scooter: (singing) It's poetry in motion,
Beige: (singing) When she turns her eyes to me...
Both: It's deep as any ocean, the elements in harmony...

Storyteller: (singing) Put another nickel in, in the nickelodeon, 'cause all I want is loving you, and music, music, music...

Erin: Bit by bit,
Nora: Torn apart,
Both: We never win, but the battle wages on...for toy soldiers.

Scooter: It's deep as any ocean...
Beige: It's sweet as any harmony...
Both: But she blinded me with science...

Storyteller: Closer, my dear come closer...

[Winslow Leach]

Lefty, still in his Dylan garb, is singing another ripoff. Again, the song moves at a fast tempo.

Lefty (sings)

Pizza flavored chicken clouds raiding the sunshine booger-man
Drunken alfalfa sailor throws the chair across the room
The ostrich in the middle does not know the words
To every song that was written by the committee
Eating cheese and stuffing duct tape in their faces!

Spools of pink branch cuckoo clocks racin' through my head
Baking goods write the testamony of the outraged snake
Flapjack flitter-critters flanneled by onion juice
Ride the train to nowheresville, population one thousand
Napoleon Bonaparte dances the tango alone in the corner!

Lawn rug fillibuster angered by the thunderstorm
Stole a bunch of pennies but he hasn't got a dime
Even the puppets are scowling at the horse in sheep's clothing
Abe Lincoln's doin' the Twist with an electric eel
Old man on the corner bought a leopard-skin pillbox hat!

harmonica solo

Bromo fizz ran the marathon but nobody was there
Left-wing right-winger threw out the first pitch, yeah
Weathervane liar tells the truth everyday
Blubbering willow chunka-slide, meet the bookends
Paperback candy wrappers got me goin' crazy!

harmonica solo

song end

Tony stares at Lefty. And stares. And...stares.

[WhiteRabbit]

Zoot: O_o *backs away slowly and joins his other roomies into their dorm*

Chamberlain: Why am I always surrounded by such freaks?

Zoot: Yeah, look who's talking... =P

Ailie: Would you rather be surrounded by normal people? *shudders at the thought and then replaces the image with Animal* <3 Animal...

Dr. Teeth: <_<

Ailie: Er, I mean, Animal--is...fuzzy.

Dr. Teeth: =P Yuh. You know, I miss hangin' with the rest of the band. I mean, it seems like we never see them anymore.

Zoot: I know, how long has it been since we last jammed together?

Dr. Teeth: Too long. ;_;

Ailie: *sympathetically* I know what you two are going through and it doesn't seem like they're around a lot. It's a shame because they need to get a chance to hear you as a lead singer, Zoot! You're great!

Dr. Teeth: Dynamite! =D

Chamberlain: Meh.

Zoot: You guys... *blush*

Ailie: It's true, Zoot. They've gotta hear you and I'm sure we'll see them again soon, so don't either of you worry. *strokes his shoulder reassuringly and takes Dr. Teeth's hand*

Dr. Teeth: =) <3

[BeakerSqueedom]

The movie ends with a passing train, two people wishing the best, and a bittersweet ending.

Claudia: Sobbing wildly, she crushes Bunsen and Beaker in a tight hug. OH GOSH! THAT WAS BEAUTIFUL! ;_;

Dr. Van Neuter: Let me get this for a sec.
You cry on Rain Man, but not on Titanic?
What is WRONG with you?

Bunsen: She uses one side of her brain, Phillip.
It isn't the logical side, that I know.

Claudia: Errgghhh!

Bunsen: Oops.

She throws Bunsen out the window.

Beaker: Trembles.

Blind Pew: Throws Beaker out of the window.
Zhat iz my place, zhank you!
Sits on Claudia's lap.
Cry no more, my love.

Claudia: ...G-E-T O-F-F M-E...

Blind Pew: OH! THAT SPELLZ--

She throws him out the window, too.

Claudia: So...amazing...that movie...<3

Composta: YOU STOLE MAKE UP!
ME ANGRY!

Claudia: What are you talking abou-

She ends up being thrown out the window.

[The Count]

*Monsters, outside the dorm building... Armed with tennis rackets... Bounce Bunsen, Beaker, Pew, and Claudia back inside.
Count: 40-Love!

No... Not the Claudia, she... she stays here captive with us.
Mwahahaha! *In cackling voice: Now then my pretty... Will you post fic? Or does the houseband have to show you why we rule and you drool?

[BeakerSqueedom]

Claudia: ;_; But, but, mesa was watching Rain man...
Mesa tired, too....;_; Working so much....it burns....it burns....

O_o

[The Count]

*Still in cackling voice: But the movie was finished, wasn't it my pretty? Yes, yes, it was. *Creepy hand patting Squeaky's head. Now run off... *Whispering: And post that chapter you promised,the one I like with the lovely dollie you drew and... What? This isn't Auntie Ru? Curse these dark glasses I have to wear! *Pops cookie into Claudia and sends her off to whatever craziness she has planned.

Now then... Where can I find that fabulous font of fanfic frog & pig glitz and glompness?
*Leaves back to his tomb of a room.

[Winslow Leach]

Lefty's theme music plays, as he creeps through the hall. He looks very sinister and sneaky. Suddenly, the music abruptly stops. Lefty does a double-take, and looks around.

Lefty: What da--

Voice: Sorry, Lefty! There's only so much music you're allowed per sneak. If you want more, you must add fifty cents.

Lefty staggers backward, hitting the wall, and clutching his chest at the mention of fifty cents.

Lefty: Why doncha just bash me over da head wit a baseball bat and rob me!

Voice: That can be arranged!

Lefty: Wise guy, eh?

Voice: Well...?

Lefty: I'm tinkin', I'm tinkin'...

Voice: Don't think too long...in exactly 30 seconds, the music will change to the wacky chase soundtrack from The Benny Hill Show.

Lefty (take) You wouldn't dare!

Voice: Try me!

Lefty stands, hands in his pockets, whistling...time is running out...he is breaking into a sweat...will he hand over 50 cents? Surely the little thief can't be *that* cheap, to suffer the indignity of comical chase music from The Benny Hill Show. What will poor Lefty's fate be? We'll find out next week, same Bat time, same Bat channel...aw, heck, we might as well find out *now*...after all, we've come THIS far, right?

Lefty is STILL waiting the voice out. Finally...

Voice: TOO LATE!

Lefty: Wait a minute, I--

Voice: Nyeah, nyeah, nyeah! (blows a raspberry)

Lefty: No! Wait!

The wacky chase music from The Benny Hill Show comes up. Lefty leaps in the air, looks both ways, and runs down the hallway, as if he's being pursued. He slides past Claudia's door, then backs up, frantically pounding.

Lefty: 'Ey! 'Ey! Whoever is in dere, open up! I'm bein' chased by crazy chase music! Help! Help!

[The Count]

*Around the same time...

Posted by Sluggor: "Lefty, (to Voice): Wise guy huh?"
You mean wise-lady! That's Magic Voice yer talking to little sneak-thief.
*Plunges the button that makes the hallways fade to black as instrumental end theme to MST3K plays through the PA system.

[BeakerSqueedom]

Beaker: Opens the door timidly, peering into the chaos.
He makes out the figure to be a frightened Lefty.
Meee meee meee?

Bunsen: Greetings, Mr. Lefty.
Won't you come in?
It's been a little quiet.
Please, help yourself to some tea!

Claudia: ;_; With the cookie stuffed in her mouth, she is unable to chew. Whimpers at the fact of it being too big.
Mmmff..ffff...

Blind Pew: Zhat'll teach zyou to zhrow moi out of ze window, eh? Hehehehehe.

Dr. Van Neuter: Oh, gooodd!
I needed a pickle to chop!
Looks to Lefty slyly.

Composta: Claudia got racket marks. Hahaha...

Claudia: ;_; It burnnsss!

[Winslow Leach]

Lefty slams door behind him; music abruptly stops.

Lefty: Ya wouldn't believe dis...I was bein' chased by...chase music! Eh, don't look at me like dat! It's da truth!

Well...while I'm 'ere...

(to Beaker)

Hey kid...c'mere...I got sometin' fer ya! (Lefty takes a strange object out of his pocket that he found on the street; even *he* doesn't know what it's for) Dis little gizmo is called...uh...a magic stone...riiiiiiiiiiiiiight! Aldough it's made outta plastic, it's still called a magic stone. Ya simply put it in yer hand like so...close yer eyes like dis...an' wish fer sometin'. Do youse want better clothes dan dat what ya call lab smock youse got on? Simply wish fer sometin' better, an' da magic stone will do da trick! Riiiiiiiiiight! Da ladies can't resist a guy what's wearin' a lime-green leisure suit wit white shoes! An' da best part is...I'll letcha have dis little gizmo fer da unbelievable low price of just one nickel! Whaddaya say?

[tvlistingman]

PETER: It's My Birthday so where are my gifts

ZOE: There in the closet

LITTLE BIRD: So we are going to surprise you with a birthday gift

BABY BEAR: You'll Be 22!

PETER: REALLY!

[WhiteRabbit]

Chamberlain: So it's been how many centuries since you guys last played with your old band?

Zoot: ;_; Don't remind us...

Dr. Teeth: Yeah, shaddup, Chamberlain. <_<

Chamberlain: I'd like to see you make me. =P

Dr. Teeth: Would ya? *pulls out a realistic looking squirtgun*

Chamberlain: EEEEEEE! *hides under a table*

Dr. Teeth: Bang. Yer dead. *sprays the skeksis and tosses the squirtgun aside*

Chamberlain: I knew it was a fake... -_-

Zoot: Oh, for the love of--

Ailie: You guys, quit the fighting. I said we'd see the rest of the Electric Mayhem again and you both would be able to jam together so don't worry. And Chamberlain--leave 'em alone. Just wait until tomorrow, you'll see... *drifts off to sleep, leaning against the keyboardist*

Dr. Teeth: *holds her close* <333

Chamberlain: *goes to puke somewhere*

[Beakerfan]

Alex: *crashes into her room and drops her purse and coat in a heap on the floor*

Sweetums: Where have YOU been?

Alex: *flops into a chair* All OVER..... plus my computer has been on the fritz....

Janice: And? Like, where'da go?

Alex: Well..... Yesterday after work I went to the Charles Schulz Museum for about an hour and half. I got to meet Kevin -

Bean: You mean.... super-moderator Fozzie Bear Muley Kevin?

Alex: Yep. I didn't get to meet Muley, because he was packed away at the time.... but Kevin is awesome. And it was so much fun being able to share my town with him. Unfortunately I couldn't stay very long. But I went back today and left him a surprise at the front desk. Then tonight I went to a friend's baby shower.... and now if you'll excuse me I'm gonna go - *falls asleep*

Sweetums: *motions for everyone to be quiet as he puts her feet up and pulls a blanket over her*

Floyd: *turns out the light*

[Winslow Leach]

Musical equipment still set up. Tony is at the center mic, strumming his guitar; Newsie is on bass; Crazy Harry is on drums.

Newsie: I dunno if I can pull this off, Tommy--

Tony: Tony.

Newsie: Tony. I mean, I don't know how to play bass!

Tony: Neither did Lefty, and he sounded pretty good, right?

Newsie: Where is Lefty anyway?

Tony: Probably trying to make a nickel. Anyway, you ready?

Newsie: Yes.

Tony: Harry, you ready?

Harry plays a fast, crazed drum solo, reminiscent of "Wipe Out."

Tony: Yes, that's very nice, Harry, but this one is another mid-tempo ballad. Control yourself. Be restrained. You can be John Bonham later! Okay?

Crazy Harry plays a rim-shot.

Tony does a double-take, then turns back to the mic.

Tony: Pretty Ballerina...one, two three...

The song begins; a lovely, soft pop song from the 1960s.

Tony (sings)

I had a date with a pretty ballerina
Her hair so brilliant that it hurt my eyes
I asked her for this dance
And then she obliged me
Was I surprised, yeah
Was I surprised,
No not at all

I called her yesterday,
It should have been tomorrow
I could not keep
The joy that was inside
I begged for her to tell me
If she really loved me
Somewhere a mountain is moving
Afraid its moving without me

I had a date with a pretty ballerina
Her hair so brilliant that it hurt my eyes
I asked her for this dance
And then she obliged me
Was I surprised, yeah
Was I surprised, no not at all

And when I wake on a dreary Sunday morning
I open up my eyes to find there's rain
And something strange within said
Go ahead and find her
Just close your eyes, yeah
Just close your eyes and she'll be there
She'll be there
She'll be there...

song ends.

Tony: Great, guys. Just great!

[BeakerSqueedom]

Claudia: ;_; Finally manages to swallow her cookie.

Beaker: ...Meeep? O_O
Timidly pokes at the plastic "stone".
Confused, he gives him his own plastic bag as an exchange.
Meep. =D

Bunsen: Ah, no matter how small a gift is in value, it's still a token of true friendship.
Gives Beaker his own plastic bag.

Blind Pew: Oh...I love zyou, too!
Gives Claudia a plastic item.
Cuddles up to her.

Dr. Van Neuter: Composta, my buttercup, here's a plastic bag for you. <3

Composta: That no bag, Puddin'...

Dr. Van Neuter:Blushes, he puts away the plastic unknown. XP
I should be careful on what I whip out, huh?

Beaker: O_o; Pokes the living pickle.

Claudia: What are you all on? Cra-

Bunsen: Gives her a plastic bag.

Claudia: AWWW! XP

Blind Pew: Stabs Bunsen with his sword.

Claudia: OH NO, YOU KILLED BUNSEN! ;_;

Blind Pew: No I did not, my pet!
I just played nurse and gave him a littzle...needle shot. XP

Bunsen: O_o Oh dear, I seem to have been murdered!

Blind Pew: Be quiet, zyou fool!
Aren't zyou supposed to die?

Bunsen: Oh, goodness.
I forgot! :3
Dies.

Claudia: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

[Winslow Leach]

Lefty does a double-take, as Beaker takes the "magic stone" from him, and gives him a plastic bag in return.

Lefty: What da...? Heh heh, youse is very funny, kid! Very funny! Seriously, dough, where's my nickel? Huh?

(to Bunsen)

'Ey, shaddap, melonhead! Dis wasn't a gift! Lefty don't give gifts!

(to Beaker)

Look, Chuckles, if youse ain't gonna keep dat magic stone, I would appreciate dat youse give it back ta me right now! You hoid me! I don't wanna hafta resort ta any rough stuff now. Either gimme a nickel, or gimme da stone back, carrot-top!

Lefty begins to advance on Beaker; wacky Benny Hill chase music comes up.

Aw, criminy! Stop wit da music! Aaaaarrrggghhh! How am I supposed ta act tough wit dat playin' in da background?

Lefty stops, and hangs his head in defeat.

Okay meep-man, ya win dis round! Yer lucky da music saved youse, odderwise, you'd be flyin' trew da air right now! You...you...ah, never mind!

Lefty exits the room depressed, his hands jammed into his coat pockets. Wacky music follows him down the hall.

[BeakerSqueedom]

Beaker: Shoves his head into his shirt frightfully.
Mwwwommeee.
Trembles at his reaction.

Bunsen: Dead.

Beaker: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! XP
Sees the brightside of this, and throws a party.
MEEEEEEEEEEEE! =3

Claudia: Points to the time machine sternly.

Beaker: Meee?

Claudia: Nods.

Beaker: Meesheesh.
Goes into the time machine.

[The Count]

*Changes Benny Hill music. The dorms are now filled with the strains of Electric Mayhem music and other general sounds/songs of Springtime Love... That magical time when a young boy, erm man, or Muppet's fancy blossoms... And they find that girls aren't so icky after all, or that their girl-friends are the best friends in the woild.

*As if by art of hocus-pocusry, a freshly ovened box of peanut butter cookies are left at Room #22's door, with a card for Ms. Claudia saying "Sorry, Muppirates ahoy!" from her big brother.

[WhiteRabbit]

Zoot: Electric May--huh?

Dr. Teeth: Where? O_O

Both: *end up searching for them for five hours and come back to their dorm crying* THEY DON'T LIKE US NO MORE!

[BeakerSqueedom]

Apologizes to Eddie once more, and gives him a gigantic glomp.
Claudia: Sorry for the little misunderstandin'.
Gives him a giant cookie.

[The Count]

*Glomps Claudia bak. Now come on, let's split these cookies and see if the bumper cars at the nearby carnival/amusement park are open yet. *Invites roomies and others to join us if they want. *Mokey, Count, Wanda, Red, Abby, and Deadly are waiting for us at the common room. Uh, could you please drive us there sis? *Buckles up in her car as we zoom out to the funfair.

[WhiteRabbit]

Ailie: *consoles the band members* Now, you know that's not--

Zoot: It's because Floyd is jealous of me, isn't it? How adorable and far more experienced I--

Dr. Teeth: No, it's because of that one time with Janice--

Zoot: Go on. I dare you... <_<

Dr. Teeth: I told her vegetarians was lame? O_o

Zoot: Oh...I--never mind...

Ailie: I told you guys not to worry, you'd reunite with them soon...

Dr. Teeth: But what if they don't wanna?

Ailie: *smiles* Do you really think they'd wouldn't?

Dr. Teeth: Well--

Ailie: All right, I don't want to use this corny, Kermit-esque line right now but I hate seeing you guys down like this. Listen to me: As long as there's an Electric Mayhem, rock and roll is not dead! *hugs him and Zoot*

Both: Thanks, Ailie. =)

[BeakerSqueedom]

Claudia returns from her trip to the carnival with Edward.
Happily, she inserts the Labyrinth disc into her DVD.

Composta: Mind if me join you?

Claudia: Nope! Hop on! Where are the others?

Composta: Men only.

Claudia: OOHH! LADIES NIGHT!
Huggles Composta cheerfully.

Composta: Just Composta and little monster.

Claudia: Winks.

Composta: Hee!

Claudia: I've never seen Labyrinth...but it must be good!

After the movie.

Claudia: OH MAN! JARETH! I GIVE MY HEART TO YOU, YOU BIG LUG WITH THAT SEXY SMILE! XP THROW SARAH TO THE DUMPS, AND COME TO MEEEE! XP I'LL SHOW YOU REAL LOVE!

Composta: HE MINE!

Claudia: YOU'RE TAKEN, BUTTERCUP!

Composta and Claudia roll around furiously.

[WhiteRabbit]

Zoot: *sticks his head into Claudia's dorm and gloats in a singsong voice* You're both fighting a lost battle. He's MINE! <3

Ailie: In your dreams, Zoot... =P *strokes the framed picture of Jareth she stole from him*

Zoot: O_o Why, you little--gimme that back! *chases her*

[tvlistingman]

ZOE, BABY BEAR AND LITTLE BIRD: HAPPY BIRTHDAY, PETER!

PETER: Aww, thank you

ZOE: We got you a Cake from Charlie's Bakery

LITTLE BIRD: And we got you this Muppet Show Jacket and Baseball Hat

PETER: Thanks

BABY BEAR: And one more thing

PETER: What?

ZOE: Why don't we go to Birdland for a Birthday Dinner

PETER: Wow!

LITTLE BIRD: Honor of your 22nd Birthday

[Erine81981]

Guys today is Peter's birthday. What sounds good for a present?

Herry: How about a new pair of shoes?

Murray: Maybe some...some.....uh......can't think. I'll think of something later.

How about your Bruce? What do you think?

Bruce: What do i think?

Yep.

Bruce: *puts a pie in my face* That's what i think. *laughs as he walks off*

*wips off some of the pie and taste it* Mmmmmm good pie.

[BeakerSqueedom]

Claudia: I WILL SAVE YOU AILIE!
WHO CAN RESIST THE SEXINESS...OF ZE DAVID BOWIE! xP
Runs with Ailie, waving a Jareth doll.
Ok, I lied! D: RUN, AILIE, RUN!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY PETER!

[WhiteRabbit]

Zoot: *screeches* And that's my doll! HSSSS! *sprints after them*

Ailie: Thankses, Claudia. =P

Ailie and her roomies: Happy Birthday, Peter! <3

[Erine81981]

I'll be right back guys. I'm going to go take Peter his present. Be back.

Herry: Ok

Murray: Alrighty

*heads over to Peter's room* Knock knock! Anyone home? *knocks again* Hello? Must not be home. I'll just leave it right here. I hope he really enjoys his new baseball and mitt.

The card says: Happy Birthday Peter,
Hope your birthday is a wonderful day as any other.
Signed, Kyle, Grover, Herry,
Murray and Bruce.

[The Count]

*Returning from the carnival... Okay, what to do now.

Deadly puts Abby to bed in her floating mattress with the wishing star bracelet she bought glowing now that it's nighttime.
Count sets up one of the tables in the common room for a fiendly game of poker between Bunsen, Beaker, Phil, Pew, Wanda and Deadly as soon as he gets back. Mokey and Red are oohing and aahing over the caricatures and ribbons from the games at the fair fresh in their memory. Red got herself a stuffed Doozer thanks to her prowess at the hammer and bell-topped column, Mokey got inspired by the flowers around her, promptingsome impromptu artwork from her talented fingers. The pets have been fed and watered respectively, and so have the rest of the Muppets downstairs in our care.

Me, sitting down in one of the sofas and tuning in to a bit of animated programming... MC Dorms have been brought to you by the letter F for funfair and by the number 10. Night all.
*Sleepy time music plays as the scene fades out to the ebony evening blanketing the city below.

[The Count]

*Knocks on Room #2's door. Hello, Christine? Hmmm, thought the lights were on in there. Oh well... I'll leave her these coffee-toffee swirl squares we purchased on our day out. Hope she's doing okay and decides to join the dorms on whatever upcoming activities planned for the gang here to enjoy. :sympathy:

[WhiteRabbit]

Zoot: Hahahahah! *tries to grab the Jareth doll*

Chamberlain: *snatches Zoot by the collar and throws him against the wall* Now, I want you to tell me everything!

Zoot: *cries* NO! Everything?

Chamberlain: Everything!

Zoot: Everything. OK! I’ll talk! In third grade, I cheated on my history exam. In fourth grade, I stole my uncle Max’s toupee and I glued it on my face when I was Moses in my Hebrew School play. In fifth grade, I knocked my sister Edie down the stairs and I blamed it on the dog…

Chamberlain: O_o

Zoot: *later* ...When my mom sent me to the summer camp for fat kids and then they served lunch, I got nuts and I pigged out and they kicked me out…

Chamberlain: ...?

Zoot: *hours later* But the worst thing I ever done — I mixed a pot of fake puke at home and then I went to this movie theater, hid the puke in my jacket, climbed up to the balcony and then, t-t-then, I made a noise like this: hua-hua-hua-huaaaaaaa — and then I dumped it over the side, all over the people in the audience. And th-then, th-th-this was horrible, all the people started getting sick and throwing up all over each other. I never felt so bad in my entire life!

Chamberlain: You know...I'm starting to like you, Zoot. =P You do know how to amuse me...

[BeakerSqueedom]

The Radio Plays loudly: OHOOOHHOOOOOOO!
OHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Everybody was kung-fu fighting
Those cats were fast as lightning
In fact it was a little bit frightning
But they fought with expert timing


Claudia: Composta! LET GO! WAIT! EEEEEEEEEEEE!
Composta: Bodyslams her.
Claudia: NOOOOOOOOOOO!

They were funky China men from funky Chinatown
They were chopping them up and they were chopping them down
It's an ancient Chineese art and everybody knew their part
From a feint into a slip, and kicking from the hip

Claudia: EEEEEEEEEEEE!
Composta: RRRR!
Claudia: Wait....don't do that! PLEASE!
Is strapped to a cot.

Everybody was kung-fu fighting
Those cats were fast as lightning
In fact it was a little bit frightning
But they fought with expert timing

There was funky Billy Chin and little Sammy Chung
He said here comes the big boss, lets get it on
We took a bow and made a stand, started swinging with the hand
The sudden motion made me skip now we're into a brand knew trip
Everybody was kung-fu fighting
Those cats were fast as lightning
In fact it was a little bit frightning
But they did it with expert timing

Claudia: OOOOHHHHOOOOUUCCCHHHH!
Composta: HA!
Claudia: OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHOOOO!
Composta: HUH!
Claudia: Is shoved against the wall.
MMMOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAHHHHHH!
Composta: HA!
Claudia: ....Uhh....you win! YOU WIN!


make sure you have expert timing
Kung-fu fighting, had to be fast as lightning

Bunsen: What on earth is going on here?

Dr. Van Neuter: It's a...

Bunsen: A quarrel between two obnoxious females.

Beaker: MEEEP! Frightened.

Composta: Me not fighting....uh...

Claudia: Moaning.

Composta: Me hugging her! Hugs her tightly, causing extreme pain.

Claudia: OOOHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

[WhiteRabbit]

Ailie: Gawd, are things dead around here today or what?

Zoot: *flipping through Rolling Stone* Deader than Britney Spears's career... -_-

Chamberlain: Isn't it great? *hovers around his roomies, taking in their misery like candy*

Dr. Teeth: Get out of my face, pigeon. >_> *takes a swig of Pepsi*

Ailie: I suppose I could always get a start on my...*gag* homework...

Dr. Teeth: *spits out his drink*

Zoot: *screams*

Ailie: All right, all right...I was only joking but I've got nothing else to do. X_X My job doesn't start until next month, there's nothing on TV, nothing to read, nobody outside, nobody inside to perform for--I swear, you can hear a pin drop out in the hallway.

Dr. Teeth: Maybe we need a change of scenery...?

Zoot: Yeah, let's go to the mall...and--sleep. *curls up on the floor*

Chamberlain: *shoves a dead rat in Zoot's sax* I'm perfectly content, I don't know what's wrong with you freaks...

Ailie: -_- Go away, turkey...I wish somebody cooler than you could hang out with us...

[The Count]

Hey Ailie... You could try working on gettin' the band back together by talking to Alex. Or you could just go to the carnival/amusement park on the outskirts of town. They've got good rides and good food, we went there yesterday.

*Entertains Beth's roomies until she gets back by prepping some sandwiches and sodas, along with a towel bag, the girls and my guys are already splishing and splashing at the pool house.
Then again... You could join us for an afternoon at the pool house here part of the dorms Rabbit.

*Packs everything and slings the bags over his shoulders, key in hand about to leave for the watering hole.

[WhiteRabbit]

Ailie: We've been trying to do that for days now!

Dr. Teeth: *solemn* And no such luck...

Zoot: *wakes up* M-Maybe they've moved on from us... ;_;

Chamberlain: *cackles*

Ailie: And the carnival sounds like a fun idea but there might be clowns and-- *rocks back and forth, hugging her knees*

Dr. Teeth: *holds her*

Zoot: I don't know how to swim... -_-

Chamberlain: And I'll try to drown him anyway...

Ailie: You know what? The heck with it--we'd be happy to go to the pool, Count! Just give us a couple of minutes, okay? =)

[The Count]

Sure... And you don't "have" to swim to enjoy yourself at the pool house. We have innertubes there for just rafting/lounging. Or you can mellow out to some radio or book you might wanna bring for yourself or your roomies. Or just sit on the shallow steps and dip your toes, not the most exciting of things, but Bert likes that and it's better for us quiet thinker types anyway.
*Waits for Rabbit, makes some more sandwiches. *Gives her the pool key, I'll be there as soon as I'm finished.

[WhiteRabbit]

Ailie: *reappears with her roomies in swim wear* Okay, Count. =) See ya there. *adjusts her sunglasses* Come on, you guys.

Chamberlain: *wearing a scuba diving suit* But Ailie, I get sunburned--

Zoot: Your skin peels already, Keith Richards. =P

Chamberlain: Why, I oughta--

Ailie: *cringes* That's nice. Can we go now?

[Skeeter Muppet]

Tosh: Hey Kim, can we go down to the pool house today?
Mimzy: Yeah, Ed's taking his and Beth's roommates down there. And Ailie and her gang are going too.
Kim: I dunno, guys. I've got a lot of stuff to do around here. There's a bank statement to balance, the search committee has got two new profiles that I haven't read yet...
Gillis: All of which could be done in the comfort of the pool house atmosphere.
Kim: Well...
Boober: I'll start packing the food.
Kim: Now wait a sec, Boober. I didn't say 'yes'!
Boober: But you were going to.

-Kim

[The Count]

Heh... He's gotcha there KP. *Takes snackage and towels, meets up with Abby floating in her worterfee (water fairy) wings. Hey there Abby. Ready to go swimming with the rest of the gang?
Abby: Yes sir Ed sir. Thanks for bringing us while Beth's away.
Me: Well, you deserve to have some fun when the cat's out-of-town.
Abby: But she's not a cat, Wanda's...
Me: Just a figure of speech.
Abby: Speeches can have figures?
Me: You've been kept downstairs too long kiddo. C'mon, let's get in there.
*The door to the pool house opens up and we find our friends generally having a rauckus time with the motley mayhem and mirth spreading itself even to a couple of stolward spooks like Deadly and Chammy.

[WhiteRabbit]

Ailie: ^_^ *waves to the others and sets down her towel*

Chamberlain: *steals Ailie's towel and drapes it over his head* The sun...it burns... -_-

Dr. Teeth: *shoves him into the pool* =P

Zoot: *falls asleep while tanning*

[BeakerSqueedom]

Claudia: Is in a shirt and shorts.
=3 Ok, guys, we can go now!

Dr. Van Neuter: You're going to the pool like a nun!
There's something called a bathing suit, sweetie!

Composta: Give her break! She afraid to show legs--that take lots of courage, pumpkin. It ok, Claudia.

Claudia: Least you understand.
I'm so paranoid, I make people at the asylum look sane!

Beaker: O_o Meep.

Blind Pew's ship floats on the pool, leaving them flabbergasted.

Dr. Van Neuter: PEEEWWWW!

Blind Pew: Zyes?

Dr. Van Neuter: There's a ship in the pool!

Blind Pew: Zo?

Dr. Van Neuter: How are we supposed to remove it?

Blind Pew: ...WE SET SAIL!

Dr. Van Neuter: Smacks forehead.

[WhiteRabbit]

Chamberlain: *gasps for air and tries to dodge Pew's ship* What the--

Zoot: *gets splashed* Zzzz-wha--?

Ailie: *rolls her eyes while Dr. Teeth rubs sunscreen into her back* Blind Pew, I swear... *notices Claudia and the others and smiles before motioning for them to come over*

[The Count]

*Overhears Claudia's bunch as they arrive at the poolside area. Huh? She's a what? Oh, maybe she's like Gidget, dreamy flying erm, let's just leave it at that. *On Pew's hip... Heave ho! Sail's up laddies!
*Deadly splashes down from the crow's nest while a couple of tourist rats take his picture from the deck railing.

That fiendish fool... *Sips at his soda while Redand Abby slipslide down the waterlooping looge on the other side of the watering hole.

[BeakerSqueedom]

Blind Pew: Zyes.
Nyeheheheheeeeeehahaha!
Joins Deadly in his pool activities.

Claudia: WE KILLED CHAMBERLAIN! XP

Beaker: ...Meeeep?

Claudia: Dude, why are you in a speedo?

Beaker: =/ Meep.

Claudia: >< MY EYES!
Falls off the ship (not intentionally) and into the pool.

Beaker: Rolls eyes.

[WhiteRabbit]

Chamberlain: AAAAAAAAAH! *Claudia lands on him*

Zoot: *gets splashed again* >_> Mmph!

Dr. Teeth: And they say we're weird... =P

Ailie: *shrugs and lies beside him* <3

[Winslow Leach]

Lefty staggers into the room, drunk, swigging from a bottle.

Lefty (sings) Youse take da high road, an' I'll's take da low road, and we'll's be in sandwich in da moooooooornin'...

Newsie: Wow. Lefty's plastered!

Tony: Really? How can you tell?

Lefty (sings) Show me da way ta go home...I'm tired an' I wanna go ta bed...

Lefty takes a large swig, and belches.

Tony: I still don't see it.

Lefty (dances the monkey) Everybody do da monkey!

Tony tries to grab the bottle from Lefty.

Tony: Okay, Drunkula, the party's over...

Lefty: Shaddap! Youse...youse is always tryin' ta spoil my fun! Everybody gets ta have fun but Lefty! (belches) Well...all dat's gonna change...right now!

As Lefty takes another swig, Newsie flies across the room, and tackles Lefty. Both go down. Newsie pries the bottle from Lefty's hand.

Lefty: Ha! It took...urp...four of youse ta get me down...

Lefty passes out. Newsie hands the bottle to Tony.

Tony: Hey, I'm not touching him! He'll just have to sleep it off on the floor. (puts bottle to nose) What the...? (looks at label) Sparkling Apple Cider...Sparkling Apple Cider?

Newsie: You're kidding. (Newsie takes bottle, and takes a sip) You're right! This is nothing but carbonated apple juice!

Tony: Wonder what made it affect Lefty?

Newsie: Who cares? Tonight we'll have peace and quiet, heh heh heh!

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!

Crazy Harry: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Tony: Wonder how he would react if we gave him some of this stuff.

Crazy Harry: I wouldn't, Tommy. That stuff is loaded with sugar, and Harry's wired enough.

Tony: Good thinking. (takes sip from bottle) Mmmmmm...sparkly!

[WhiteRabbit]

Ailie: *sticks her head into Tony's dorm's window* Hey, you guys! Everybody else is down by the pool, you wanna join? *cocks her head at Lefty* See ya there! *sprints away*

[Winslow Leach]

Tony, Lefty, Newsie and Crazy Harry enter the pool area.

Lefty is now sober. He wears nothing but a pair of bright tropical swim trunks. Unfortunately, they make his skinny green frog-like legs stand out all the more; Newsie wears an open shirt, shorts, and black socks up to his knees, and a pair of brown dress shoes. Crazy Harry is Crazy Harry. No change for him. Likewise Tony isn't dressed for pool activity. He just came down to explore.

Tony: Wow. I didn't even know there was a pool here! Shows how much I pay attention, huh?

Lefty: Last one in's gotta sleep in Tony's bed tonight!

Tony: Who said I'm giving up my bed to one of you?

Lefty: Who said ya are?

Tony: You mean...?

Lefty: Dat's right, bud! Youse gotta stay in bed...wit one of us!

Crazy Harry: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Tony: Er...are you sure you should be swimming so soon after your apple cider hangover?

Lefty: I'm fine.

Newsie: This is a splendiforous place. I must come down here more often!

Lefty: Excuse me...

Lefty shoves Newsie. Newsie loses his balance, and falls into the pool.

Lefty: Dat guy talks too much! Well...see ya, Cheeto-head!

Lefty runs and takes a flying leap, landing in the water.

Tony: Hey Harry, wanna grab an Orange Julius or something?

Crazy Harry: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Tony: Er...was that a yes, or...ah...nevermind...

[WhiteRabbit]

Zoot: *lifts his sunglasses and smirks at Newsie's outfit* Well, well...what have we here? Taking a vacation from the gym, I see...

Ailie: Now, Zoot, even though Newsie escaped the fashion police, that still isn't nice...

Dr. Teeth: *snickers*

Ailie: *jabs him* That goes for you too or I won't play Vice City with you later...

Dr. Teeth: ;_; You don't mean that, do you?

Ailie: No. <3 I was only kidding.

Dr. Teeth: <3

Zoot: =P Get a room, you guys.

Chamberlain: Yech... *swims away from Newsie*

[Winslow Leach]

Lefty (holding a volleyball) MARCO...POLO!

Lefty throws the volleyball at Newsie, who is trying to climb out of the pool; it hits him in the head; he falls back in.

Newsie: Oof!

Lefty: Heh heh! Da whale was tryin' ta escape from his natural habitat!

[redBoobergurl]

Beth *enters room 3*: Hello? Anyone here? *sees message that they are over at Ed's room* Hey cool! I'm so glad they were well looked after while I was gone. I'll just pop over and let them know I'm back. *knocks on the door of room 1*

[The Count]

*Deadly sends an aquatic electric current of blue lightning at Newsie for interrupting his underwater grave. *Ed plays with the others, slipping down the slide in his innertube. *Mokey is dipping her toes in the shallow end while Count counts the sesame seeds on his sweet shrimp sandwich.

[The Count]

*Bats leave a message on Room #3's door for Beth, her roomies are with Ed in the poolhouse if she'd care to join us. If not, no worries, they'll be sent back over after sleeping with us tonight.

[WhiteRabbit]

Ailie: *sets off for the weekday crapfest also known as school*

[redBoobergurl]

Beth: Ah the poolhouse, that sounds fun. Hope they had a good time. I'm just going to start preparing breakfast and whenever they're ready to come back it will be ready for them to eat!

[The Count]

*Outside... Red: Boy, Beth's been hanging out with Cantus more than you have Mokey, she's starting to sound like him. *Makes a face. Mokey: Come on Red, I think it's beautiful... Whatever it means. *They hold some chilled pepper salad and French fries and chicken mix in a plastic container for Beth. Abby hovers above, still excitedly clutching her wand and wishing star bracelet. She had lots of fun, as any child would, at the fair and then the pool. Wanda hugs Fatatatita and ruffles her head in a good-natured good-bye manner, knowing they'll visit again soon. Ed hands over a last container with devilfood brownies, laced with extra coffee for Beth to share, as I know she's a java afficionado.

We hug each other and then her roomies knock on Room #3's door ready to return to their brand of normacy,or what passes for it therein.

[The Count]

*Twiddles fingers while at the computer waiting for one of our favorite shows MuppetCast 53 to finally air this week. :batty:

[redBoobergurl]

Beth: *opens door*: Hi guys!
Red: You're back!
Abby: We missed you!
Beth: I missed you guys too. What do you have there?
Mokey: Ed sent back some goodies that we had down at the pool
Wanda: You'll especially enjoy these brownies, they've got coffee in them
Beth: Ooh yum!
Mokey: How was the wedding?
Beth: It was great, my friend looked so beautiful, I'm very happy for her
Wanda: That's wonderful
*the roomies continue catching up with one another while eating some of the food*

[The Count]

*Has happy tears and memories after listening to Steve's latest entry. Ooh Kathy should hear this one. Her and her roomies will get a real warm fuzzy feeling, particularly from the interview subject of the week.

*Goes and get some snackage to take care of the hunger pangs.

[Katzi428]

*Has happy tears and memories after listening to Steve's latest entry. Ooh Kathy should hear this one. Her and her roomies will get a real warm fuzzy feeling, particularly from the interview subject of the week.

*Goes and get some snackage to take care of the hunger pangs.
Drat!:mad: Stupid computer isn't working well.So I couldn't listen to the whole thing.
Prairie:Thanks for thinking of ua anyway Ed. Miss Fran is very nice!:)I stick around with her often;)

[The Count]

Heh... You can go back and listen to it again to get the rest you weren't able to hear this time Kath. *Off to the bat-room for a shower and then I'll head out for my afternoon class.
UD: Is this the one where you've been using Eleanor and I as duely-appointed representatives of that company of yours, what with all the property inscription documents an errands?
That's the one... Be back in a bit.

[WhiteRabbit]

Ailie: *strides into her dorm cheerfully and sets her bag down* Hey, you guys! I'm home! Want to come outside with me? It's wicked nice out.

Zoot: *wakes up* Hi Ailie. Sure. =)

Dr. Teeth: Ailie! <3 We'd dig it!

Ailie: *hugs him* Good! Come on.

Chamberlain: Meh, I think I'll pass... *slinks back into his closet with a resentful glare towards the others*

Ailie: =P *shrugs off Chamberlain's misery and leads the band members out*

[WhiteRabbit]

Chamberlain: *sulks in the darkness* -_-

[Muppet Newsgirl]

Scooter: (looking at radio) Server's still not working...what's with the Chamberlain?
Beige: Well, whad'ya expect, he's a Skeksis.
Erin: True, true...that schism from the Mystics probably did something.
Nora: I'll bet...but you said the radio's still not working? I'd like to hear more MuppetCasts.
Storyteller: Indeed, yes...after all, Mrs. Hunt is supposed to make another appearance in a month or so.
Erin: Right...I really do want to hear more of what she has to say about those five crazy kids of hers.

[Erine81981]

*waiting too for the MuppetCast to download*

Bruce: What is taking so long!

Don't worry. It's been done soon. Why not do something while we wait.

Bruce: Like what?

Uhhh.....how about reading a book?

Bruce: Don't like 'em.

How do you know?

Bruce: I don't read.

What about all those comic books you have?

Bruce: I can read those but big books are to hard.

Why not start with a much simplier book?

Bruce: There are simple books?

Yeah. *heads over to the bookshelf and pulls a book out* Here's a good one i've always enjoy reading. *sits down on the couch*

Bruce: *hops up on the couch* What's it called?

You read it.

Bruce: *reads the title of the book* Goldielocks and the three Bears.

Good job. Now start reading and by then the show will be done soon.

Bruce: Thanks. *starts reading the book*

[The Count]

Hmmm... Wonder why Clauds hasn't replied to the last message I sent her earlier this morning. Oh well... *Leaves for his evening class on campus. :shifty:

[WhiteRabbit]

Ailie: *slumps in after finishing her big English project.* Finally...school is so bogus.

Chamberlain: Really? Well, I like it... =P

Ailie: You like everything everybody else hates. -_-

Chamberlain: Mmm...I'm sure.

Zoot: *tosses Ailie's Seventeen in the trash* Ugh, go away, Miley Cyrus. You're not that amazing...

Chamberlain: Really? Because I think she's the--

Ailie: *rolls her eyes* So, Zoot...where's Dr. Teeth?

Zoot: I dunno, on Mars? Burying a chewtoy?

Ailie: Zoot...

Zoot: Sulking in the common room because Chamberlain threw his keyboard over the railing. -_-

Ailie: Chamberlain! *smacks him with a wooden spoon and storms out*

Dr. Teeth: *staring down at the remains of his instrument, distraught* First Mr. Turtle abandons me...now Chamberlain destroys you... ;_; *gets hugged by Ailie* -_- Please tell me this ain't my life...

[Katzi428]

yawn Oh man...what a day.
Prairie:Worked a lot at therapy?
Yep. Not only that,but I needed to get up at 7:30 to go. I hate getting up early!:rolleyes: Luckily I can sleep late tomorrow. And Thursday's session won't be too early.So I'll be getting a break.
Rosita: Well...that's good!
True.VERY true! I'll be busy this weekend though.
Prairie:Oh yeah. You mentioned that your family will be down from New York for the weekend.and you'll be visiting them.
Right. So you can either go home to Sesame Street for the weekend or chill out here in the dorms. Your choices.
Prairie:We'll think about it.

[BEAR]

Bryan: What a day...
Big Bird: Bryan!
Bryan: Big Bird, it's late. You should be asleep.
Big Bird: So should you.
Bryan: You got me.
Big Bird: Bryan, Kathy is going out of town this weekend. Is it okay if Prairie and Rosita stay over with us?
Bryan: Well, that's up to them and Kathy.
Big Bird: Oh boy!
Bryan: Now, back to sleep.
Big Bird: Okay. 'Night.
Bryan: Goodnight, Big Bird.

[TogetherAgain]

Lisa: <quietly mutters something about waking up several hours too early>
Rowlf: ...Hey... Lisa... You lookin' forward to going home this weekend?
Lisa: ...You have no idea.
Rowlf: Countin' the days, huh?
Lisa: <looks at Rowlf> <blinks> ...Fifty-five hours and fifty-one minutes.
Rowlf: ...Gotcha.

[The Count]

*Rushes in, glomps Lisa, leaves her a muffin, then runs back out to the Count in the Countmobile waiting to take me to the campus for a day of errands and classes.
:sympathy:

[BeakerSqueedom]

Claudia: Sobbing wildly.

Dr. Van Neuter: Run, you guys! Run! The squirt is gonna blow!

Bunsen: Oh, I'm used to this.
Sits.

Claudia: AHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
Cries some more.

Beaker: Sighs.

Claudia: YOU WERE MY ONLY FRIEND IN THIS WORLD!
MY LOVER!
MY INSPIRATION!
MY EVERYTHING!
Holds her lost friend in her arms.
GAWD! NO! BUBBLEMAN CHAPLIN!
SPEAK TO ME!

Charlie Chaplin Bubble: Deflates.

Claudia: AHAHAHHAHAAHAAAAAAAAAAAA! ;_;

[Katzi428]

Rosita: Kathy?
That's me.What's up Rosita?
Rosita:Well...I saw Big Bird this morning.He asked me if Prairie and I wanted to stay with him Bryan and the others while you're gone.Can we?
Sure!If it's all right with Bryan.
Rosita:Bryan already said yes if you said yes.
Well you've gotten my approval.:)
Rosita:Gracias Kathy!
De nada Rosita.

[WhiteRabbit]

Ailie: *enters her dorm, humming under her breath*

Chamberlain: Why so late today? =P

Ailie: Just working on a project for biology on the classification of amphibians.

Chamberlains: Amphibians?

Ailie: You know, salamanders? Newts?

Chamberlain: ...?

Ailie: *sighs* Frogs...?

Chamberlain: Ohhhh...I know who you'd get loads of answers from--

Ailie: Lemme guess--

Chamberlain: Fozzie! Ahahahaha...Chamberlain made a funny.

Ailie: *facepalm* Looks like you get your jokes from him too. So, where are the others?

Chamberlain: Having a funeral for the pimpish looking freak aka your boyfriend's keyboard...

Ailie: Oh, I remember... *whacks Chamberlain with a brick and goes outside to find Zoot and Dr. Teeth dressed in all black. Zoot is playing the slow march on his sax*

Dr. Teeth: *howls* Stop rubbin' it in that you still have your instrument and I don't. ;_; *socks him in the stomach*

Zoot *chokes on the sax and blows an earshattering note before collasping to the ground* DR. TEETH! You told me to play this! >_>

Dr. Teeth: Well, now I'm tellin' you to stop. <_<

Ailie: *joins them in a black dress*

Zoot: Wednesday's here. She'll make it all better... X_X *muttering* At least, I hope she will...

Dr. Teeth: Oh, Ailie, my true love has been disinegrated. </3

Ailie: *crosses her arms* >_> Uh huh...

Dr. Teeth: *holds her close* You don't understand...we went through so much together...we...

Ailie: Look, I'll get you a new one, all right? Just stop having a Degrassi moment. =P

Dr. Teeth: *immediately stops crying and beams* I love you, Ailie. <3 Marry me.

[BeakerSqueedom]

Claudia: Somebody's getting married!

Dr. Van Neuter: Grabs her chin; sighs.
SHUT IT, SQUIRT!

Claudia: O_o Meep.
Prances to Ailie's room.
Ailie, you forgot our playdate! ;_;
XP LET'S PLAY TWISTER!

[WhiteRabbit]

Chamberlain: I hate that game! Oh, and they're outside, you crazy girl!
~~~~~~~~~~
Zoot: *tries not to gag at his friends*

[BeakerSqueedom]

Claudia: Oops.
Runs out to Ailie.
AILIEEEE! XP SORRY! I CONFUSED YOU FOR THE WALL! O_o

Beaker: Shakes head.

[WhiteRabbit]

Ailie: CLAUDIA! *snug* <33 What's up, Beakerness?

Zoot: Hey Claudia! *smirks at Beaker*

Dr. Teeth: *reluctantly lets Ailie escape from him* Hiya, Claudia. Ain't seen ya in ages. <3 *gives Beaker a weak smile.

[BeakerSqueedom]

Claudia: O_o Shows her a little Twister box.
Play?

[WhiteRabbit]

Ailie: Yesh!

Dr. Teeth: Sho'.

Zoot: Uh huh... *sets his sax against a tree*

[BeakerSqueedom]

Beaker: Tilts head at Zoot; Innocently pokes him.
Meep.

Claudia: O_o; Dude...wha....

Bunsen is seen flying out the window, yet again.

Beaker: Screams. Pokes him with a stick.

Claudia: Pew?

Bunsen: 'Tis true, it was the pirate!
Erm, I see you're a little...

Claudia: Tied up? Oh, yeah...part of the game.
Tries to touch yellow with her hand.

Beaker: Shaking.

[WhiteRabbit]

Zoot: *squeaks and covers himself before shoving Beaker away* Don't touch mehhh... =P

Dr. Teeth: Holy Tupac Shakur's ghost! It's Bunsen! RUN! *trips over the Twister board and knocks out his gold tooth* AAAAAAAAAH! *searches for it in the grass* Oh no, oh no, oh no-- O_O

Ailie: This isn't your day, is it? =P

[BeakerSqueedom]

Claudia: EEEE!
Is squashed by Dr. Teeth.
Sees that he's searching for his tooth.

Beaker: Holding it, he looks at it.
As soon as he realizes, he screams.
MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!
Throws it at Teeth.

Bunsen: Well! I never!
Hmph.

Claudia: Aw, I love yah, Bunnie. <3

Bunsen: My dear...I understand you are, erm, oddly infatuated with foam/rubber....but....I am too old for you....

Claudia: NOT THAT WAY!
Slaps lightly.

[WhiteRabbit]

Zoot: *scowls at Beaker* First you poke me, now you throw things at me--*accidently swallows it* Uh oh...

Ailie: *facepalm* Here we go...

Dr. Teeth: AAAAAAAAAAAH! ZOOT, YOU MORON! *tries to lunge for him*

Zoot: *screams and starts climbing up the tree as fast as he can* Happy place...happy place... O_o

[BeakerSqueedom]

Beaker: MWWWOOOOO! MEEEEEMEEEMEEE!

Bunsen: Oh, my.

Claudia: I'm embarrased. Hangs head.
Ailie, wanna pillow fight?
Points to her window.

[WhiteRabbit]

Ailie: Er...I don't think it's a good time, Claudia...O_o

Chamberlain: *smashes his head through the window to investigate the source of the noise* Mmm? Did I hear that right? Did Saxmonkey really swallow the rainbow pimp's fang?

Dr. Teeth: I'LL GIVE YA RAINBOW PIMP, YA-- *is immediately blocked out by a whatnot puppet honking a horn and hiding the keyboardist's mouth with a blurry sign*

Zoot: *rocks back and forth on the tree branch*

[The Count]

*Sighs... Home again, home again...
Count: Any luck from your sources?
Nope. Maybe Erin will have some answers and can help in bringing Fughetta to our happy haunted home.
*Leaves a message for Room #7's main occupant.

Nothing to do now but wait.
*Promptly falls asleep.
Count: Oh vell, I'll just be here vaiting for a reply and Deadly to come in from his date with Eleanor at the moviehouse. Heard Forgetting Scarah Harshall is storming the box offices around town.

[Muppet Newsgirl]

Storyteller: (sorting through a box of epics) Really! Dr. Teeth, you know that cursing's not permitted around here!
Beige: (reading Dustrag Monthly) It is? I didn't know that.
Nora: (working on French homework) Well, you could try, I guess...but it just gets bleeped out by asterisks.
Erin: (typing at computer) Which means that the Land of Gorch guys would be in trouble here.
Scooter: (working on biology project) Go figure...and that's when Scred and Peuta aren't reading that book...think it's called "The Joy of..."

(radio (not the broken one) starts playing "Weird Science," which causes everyone to drop what they're doing and start dancing around a bit)

Storyteller: (above music) Erin, wait! I think Ed wants to talk to you about something!

(Sure, Ed, what's going on?)

[WhiteRabbit]

Whatnot Muppet: *reassuringly to the Storyteller* I've got him covered...literally.

Dr. Teeth: *getting dragged away by those nice men in the white coats* --AND TAKE YA FAR AWAY WHERE NOBODY CAN HEAR YA AND--

Whatnot: *cringes and follows them along with Ailie*

Zoot: *stays in the tree, shuddering*

[The Count]

... Seems awfully quiet around here. *Hears rustling from a nearby tree. Zoot, that you man? :sing: When are you gonna come down... When are you going to land. You shoulda stayed, on your own farm... You shoulda listened to your old man.
*Walks away humming the rest of the tune.

[WhiteRabbit]

Zoot: *hugging his knees to his chest, curled up in a fetal position* Very funny, Ed! ;_;

Whatnot Muppet: *seals Dr. Teeth's mouth with masking tape* There. We can't have you corrupting the children with your "colorful" vocabulary. Oh, and it'll also hide the fact that your overall appeal is gone. I should probably go fly to Mars now. *exits*

Dr. Teeth: *resists decking the whatnot and sulks* Mm... -_-

Chamberlain: MMM?

Ailie: That guy doesn't know what he's saying. With or without your bling, I still think you're the most talented, cutest, and unique muppet ever. =)

Dr. Teeth: Mmm mmph? O_O <333

Ailie: *nods* Yes, I do. <3

Chamberlain: That's what you used to say about An-- *is slapped*

Ailie: Quiet! I'm done with him, you hear me? DONE! OVER! FIN! Who is he anyway? =P *snugs the keyboardist*

Dr. Teeth: *snugs back* <3

Chamberlain: Fine but don't come crying to me when you break up the EM and everybody starts calling you Yoko. >_>

Ailie: *rolling her eyes* Hey, Chamberlain, can you leave us alone please? I think Malcom in the Middle's on... XP

Chamberlain: OOH! *dashes out to the living room*

Ailie: *yanks the masking tape off*

Dr. Teeth: OWW! X_X *after the stinging goes away* Thanks, Ailie. *pokes the space where his tooth is gone and scowls*

Ailie: *takes his finger away gently* Don't mention it. =)

[Winslow Leach]

Crazy Harry, laughing, tiptoes to the tree that Zoot has climbed up. He quitely wires it, then rushes back to his explosives. He presses the plunger down.

BAM!

The tree explodes.

[WhiteRabbit]

Zoot: *screams and slams into the ground* CRAZY HARRY! FOR THE LAST TIME--LEAVE ME ALONE! *starts chasing after him and trips over his sax, causing a dent to form in it* *gasps* Look what you made me do, you--you-- *howls and runs back to his dorm and past the others before collapsing onto his bed*

[Winslow Leach]

Lefty: 'Ey Tommy! Tommy! Tommy! Tommy! 'Ey! Tommy! Tommy! Yoohoo! Tommy! Tommy!

Tony (sighs) What?

Lefty: Er...I forget now...

Tony: Why don't you go play with Mr. Turtle?

Lefty: Can't. Mr. Toitle is goin' ta Ailie's room.

Tony: After what her roomies did to him last time? Why?

Lefty: He says he wants ta "conquer his fears" or sometin' like dat, I dunno, I wasn't really payin' attention.

Tony: Haven't you got anything to sell?

Lefty: Why, as a madder 'a fact, I do...dis'll...

Tony: Not to me...

Lefty: Oh. Well. Er...yeah, sure. I know where I kin find a sap! Catch youse later!

Lefty exits.

[Winslow Leach]

Crazy Harry rolls on the ground, gasping with laughter at Zoot's misfortune.

[WhiteRabbit]

Chamberlain: *watches his strangely dramatic roomie zoom past and cackles* Hi, Zoot. Bye Zoot. XP

[Winslow Leach]

Lefty knocks on Ailie's door; while he waits, he adjusts his coat and hat, making himself more "presentable."

[WhiteRabbit]

Chamberlain: Oh, for crying-- *sticks his head out* What d'you want this time, Lefty? Ailie's...busy right now. =P

[Winslow Leach]

Lefty pushes his way past Chamberlain, and enters the room.

Lefty: I ain't here ta see her...I'm here ta see you, my hunchbacked friend...riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight! Do ya have someone dat youse don't particularly care fer? I've noticed ya seem to be mad at da woild ever since ya moved in...an' I...yer ol' pal Lefty...is here ta help ya! I have...

Lefty reaches into his coat, and pulls out an innocuous-looking stuffed doll with a smiley face, and bright eyes.

...dis fer ya!

(beat)

It's what youse call a voodoo doll...riiiiiiiiiiiiight! Youse just take a needle like so...(pulls a large needle from his coat) ...den youse say "I don't like"...den youse insert da name of da poison youse don't like...den...an' dis is da best part...youse stick da needle in like so...(demonstrates) ...an' vwa-la! Da poison is gonna be hoitin' fer a long time! An' if ya really wanna get someone good is, ya stick more dan one needle in, at da same time...riiiiiiiiiiight! Dey won't know what hit 'em! An' I'll let youse have this...rather evil-looking doll, doncha tink...? Fer da unbelievable price of just one nickel! An' as a bonus, I'll even trow in two...nah, tree...breath mints fer ya, as yer breath is rather foul! So whaddaya say, chief?

[WhiteRabbit]

Chamberlain: *taps his foot as Lefty states his information and his eyes widen with a bit of interest* Mmm...well, you drive a pretty decent bargain, so--fine. *hands him the nickle in his cloak and grabs the doll* Bwahahaha...

[Winslow Leach]

Lefty grabs the nickel from Chamberlain, drops the doll, and runs out of the room, laughing with glee.

[Winslow Leach]

Mr. Turtle slowly, cautiously, approaches the door of Ailie's room...he pokes his head in...

Mr. Turtle: Yes, hello? Is anyone on the premisis? I should like to come in, and have a civilized, friendly chat with all of you. Perhaps one of you can light a fire, and we can have a real fireside chat...maybe have some cognac, smoke some cigars...just like mater and I used to do after a wonderful dinner.

[WhiteRabbit]

Ailie: *leaning her head against Dr. Teeth's chest* I told you that you haven't lost any of your appeal, honey, don't be such a pessimist like Zoot... *leans in to kiss him but sees Mr. Turtle enter the room and jerks back* Can I help you? =P

Dr. Teeth: Oh, hey, Mr. Turtle! *grabs him and gives him a suffocating hug* Fly! *throws him against the wall* Dang, Mr. Turtle, yer a bit rusty...

Ailie: I swear, you can be such a child, Teeth-- *picks up Mr. Turtle and dusts him off before placing him in her lap* Are you okay?

Dr. Teeth: Milk, Milk, Lemonade--

Ailie: *rolls her eyes and shhhes him*

[Winslow Leach]

Mr. Turtle: I see that rascally scamp hasn't lost his affection for me...such immaturity! (to Dr. Teeth) You, sir, have about as much class as that asinine rogue who played the Fool in my last production of Lear. A rather dispicable, offensive fellow who tried to upstage me every chance he got. Unfortunately the git was the director as well, so I couldn't very well fire him, now could I? But I must say, sir, I do enjoy relaxing in your girlfriend's lap.

[WhiteRabbit]

Ailie: *smiles and scratches his head lightly*

Dr. Teeth: Man, Mr. Turtle yer still such a chatterbox, I completely lost ya about five words in. Anyway, would you mind tellin' me what ya want because yer sort of interruptin' something right now and it's a bit rude. =P The fridge is over there and the bathroom's over there...and the Chamberlain's over there pretendin' he's not watchin' Malcom in the Middle. Oh, and Zoot's cryin' in his room...he should be. >_> *runs his tongue along the empty space again*

[Winslow Leach]

Mr. Turtle: Pish-posh, you silly person! Please do keep quiet. I'm enjoying having my head scratched, without having to hear your awful voice...now why don't you be a good lad, and fetch me a nice glass of warm milk, if you please. Oh, and while you're at it, I would also like some crumpets. Do hurry, there's a nice boy.

[WhiteRabbit]

Dr. Teeth: Awful voice? Why, I oughta wring ya dried up, old--tellin' me to be quiet! Orderin' me around--you--

Ailie: *holds Mr. Turtle out of his reach and rolls her eyes* Sit.

Dr. Teeth: *obeys her reluctantly* But Ailieee...

Ailie: Stay. *to Mr. Turtle* I'm not sure if we have crumpets but I'll get the milk for you. XP

[Winslow Leach]

Newsie knocks on the door.

Newsie: Excuse me...dudes...I was sent over here to look for that "hep cat" Mr. Turtle...oh, and two give these to Chamberlain...(reaches into pocket, and pulls out two lint-covered Tic Tacs) So homies, what is up? I totally dig what you've done to the place. It is really a trip! I'm down with you all, so I think I'll just chill. Anyone for Yahtzee?

[WhiteRabbit]

Ailie: Newsie, you see the door you just came out of?

Dr. Teeth: Let's play opposite day and go back through it, huh? XP

Ailie: *hands Mr. Turtle his drink* Oops! Almost forgot... *sticks a straw in it* Here. =)

Dr. Teeth: *scowls at Mr. Turtle and resists saying a number of nasty things that would make him puke* Whateva, ya just better not put the moves on my girl or y'all be one, sorry mo--

Chamberlain: *interrupts him from the living room with a loud laugh* Oh, Frankie Muniz... XP

[Winslow Leach]

Newsie: Wow, Mr. Turtle is sure getting pampered! Hey Dr. Teeth, mind if I sit on your lap?

As Newsie heads for Dr. Teeth, he suddenly stops, and grabs his head in agony.

Newsie: Aaarrggh! I suddenly have an intense, searing pain in my head...it feels as if someone is poking my brain with a white-hot needle! And my bottom! It's as if I have just sat down on a bunch of tacks...yet I'm standing! Homies, I think there are some bad vibes in your room here...man.

[WhiteRabbit]

Dr. Teeth: Uh... *grabs Ailie by the waist and shoves her there before Newsie gets a chance* Looks like I'm taken! Eh heh heh...thank gawd. *cocks his head at Newsie's pain* Uh...all right?

Ailie: Newsie... *shakes her head and hands him Mr. Turtle* *turns back to the keyboardist* So...where were we again? <3

Dr. Teeth: =D *leans in*

Chamberlain: *poking the voodoo doll with a needle while watching Malcom* Hahaha...I wish I had that much comedic talent...*sighs* Mmm...

Dr. Teeth: *stops short* HEY! SHUT YER MAGGOT INFESTED BEAK, WILL YA? X_X

Ailie: >_>

Dr. Teeth: Er, sorry. =/

[Winslow Leach]

Newsie takes Mr. Turtle.

Newsie: Thank you, Ailie...ooh, forgive me, but I think I really need to go to my room and lie down...this pain is killing me! My whole body aches! Um...have a good night, guys...

Mr. Turtle: If you are going to be moaning in pain all night, sir, I suggest you sleep out in the hallway. I need my beauty sleep.

Newsie exits with Mr. Turtle.

[WhiteRabbit]

Ailie: Don't mention it. Night guys. *smiles weakly and closes the door* I should probably go to bed now, I've got crappy school tomorrow but at least it'll be Friday. =)

Dr. Teeth: *hangs his head* Okay...Chamberlain, go to yer closet.

Chamberlain: You ain't my daddy! Or are you?

Dr. Teeth: Ugh, no! X_X Just go, all right?

Chamberlain: Hmmph...fine. *picks up his voodoo doll and slams the door*

Ailie: Come with me...I don't want to wake up, Zoot.

Dr. Teeth: Hm?

Ailie: I mean, well--come with me to my room.

Dr. Teeth: *jaw unhinges* O_O Really? <333 Oh, Ailie...oh lawd... *trapped in a daze*

Ailie: *laughs* You can sleep on the floor. XD

[TogetherAgain]

Lisa: <Staring at clock> ...Sixteen hours... twenty-four minutes...
Rowlf: Still counting down, huh?
Lisa: <Stares at clock> ...Sixteen hours... twenty-three minutes...
Rowlf: ...<Waves paw in front of Lisa's face>
Lisa: <Blink> <looks at Rowlf> Mah?
Rowlf: Maybe you should finish packing? Get some homework done?
Lisa: ...<Looks at clock> ...Sixteen hours... twenty minutes...

[Katzi428]

All right ladies...I'll see you Sunday night.
Prairie: Have fun Kath!
You too!I know that when you stay with Bryan and his roomies you have a bla...er..good time!
Rosita:Si..but we still miss you when you're gone!:)
hugging the girls and giving Gaffer scratches on the head Bye! And tell Bryan thanks!

[Winslow Leach]

In the common room...

Mr. Turtle is propped up on a stool, with a music stand in front of him. There is sheet music on the stand. He wears a pair of black-rimmed glasses with very thick lenses.

Newsie stands close by, holding a microphone. Behind him is a boombox.

Newsie: Are you ready, Mr. Turtle?

Mr. Turtle: Yes. I wouldn't be doing this for any other of our roomies except for you. And possibly Anthony. He's a good lad.

Newsie: Who's Anthony? Someone new just move in?

Mr. Turtle (sigh) Okay, what is this I'm singing?

Newsie: What we're singing...

Mr. Turtle: Er, yes. Of course.

Newsie: You can sing, can't you?

Mr. Turtle: Sir, I have appeared in several shows by Victor Herbert, and have almost done every Gilbert and Sullivan production.

Newsie: Yes, but you can sing, right?

Mr. Turtle: Yes!

Newsie: Okay...tonight is (mispronounces) Karokee night downtown, and I don't wanna look like a fool.

Mr. Turtle: You don't need me for that!

Newsie: Hey! Cut that out, or I'll throw you back into the pond you crawled out of.

Mr. Turtle: Again, I ask you: what is this?

Newsie: It's called "Stan," by a fellow named Eminem. Heh heh. Eminem. Like the candy! Melts in your mouth, not in your hand! Heh heh!

Mr. Turtle (eyeroll) Amusing...

Newsie: I took the liberty of re-writing a lot of the lyrics...I got rid of the naughty words. No need for naughty words in a song like this. You just sing the chorus part on that music sheet in front of you.

Mr. Turtle: That's all?

Newsie: Think you can handle it?

Mr. Turtle: Er...I'll try my best...

Newsie: Excellent!

[Winslow Leach]

Newsie presses "play" on the boombox. The backing track of Eminem's "Stan" begins. Mr. Turtle begins rocking back and forth on his stool. Newsie looks utterly pathetic, trying to rap, using weird, phony gestures; he looks like the grand prize winner on "America's Funniest Home Videos." His rapping leaves something to be desired as well.

Mr. Turtle (sings)

My tea's gone cold I'm wondering why
I got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window,
And I can't see at all
And even if I could it will all be gray,
But your picture on my wall
It reminds me, that it's not so bad,
It's not so bad...

Newsie ("rapping")

Dear Newsie, I wrote you but you still ain't callin'
I left my cell, my pager, and my home phone at the bottom
I sent two letters back in autumn, you must not a got 'em
There probably was a problem at the post office or somethin'
Sometimes I scribble addresses too sloppy when I jot 'em
But anyways, what's been up?
I know you probably hear this everyday, but I'm your biggest fan
I got a room full of your posters and your pictures man
Anyways, I hope you get this man, hit me back,
Just to chat, truly yours, your biggest fan
This is Stan.

Mr. Turtle (sings)

My tea's gone cold I'm wondering why
I got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window
And I can't see at all
And even if I could it will all be gray,
But your picture on my wall
It reminds me, that it's not so bad,
It's not so bad...

Newsie (raps, growing more intense)

Dear Newsie, you still ain't called or wrote, I hope you have a chance
I ain't mad - I just think you're a doo-doo head that you don't answer fans
If you didn't wanna talk to me outside your station
You didn't have to, but you coulda signed an autograph for Matthew
That's my little brother man, he's only six years old
We waited in the blistering cold for you,
Four hours, and you just said no.
That's pretty crummy of you, man - you're like his idol
He wants to be just like you man, he likes you more than I do
I ain't that mad though, I just don't like bein' lied to
I can relate to what you're saying in your news broadcasts
So when I have a lousy day, I drift away and put the TV on
And listen to your soothing voice an' look at your handsome face
It really helps when I'm depressed
I even got a tattoo of your name across my chest
See, everything you say is real, and I respect you cause you tell it
My girlfriend's jealous 'cause I talk about you 24/7
But she don't know you like I know you Newsie, no one does
You gotta call me man, I'll be the biggest fan you ever lose
Sincerely yours, Stan. P.S. We should be together too.

Mr. Turtle (sings)

My tea's gone cold I'm wondering why
I got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window
And I can't see at all
And even if I could it'll all be gray,
But your picture on my wall
It reminds me, that it's not so bad,
It's not so bad...

Newsie (raps; much angrier and intense; Mr. Turtle does a double-take)

Dear mister-I'm-too-good-to-call-or-write-my-fans,
This'll be the last package I ever send your bottom
It's been six months and still no word - I don't deserve it!
I know you got my last two letters
I wrote the addresses on 'em perfect
So this is my cassette I'm sending you, I hope you hear it
I'm running around like crazy now
Hey Newsie, I drank a quart of diet lemonade, you dare me to run around?
All I wanted was a lousy letter or a call
I hope you know I ripped all of your pictures off the wall
I love you Newsie, we coulda been together, think about it
You ruined it now, I hope you can't sleep and you scream about it
I hope your conscience eats at you and you can't breathe without me
(familiar giggling is heard)
Hear that, Newsie? I'm running around like crazy
Clutching my Tickle Me Elmo doll! Well, gotta go,
Oh my, I forgot, how am I supposed to send this out--

Newsie runs smack into the wall and falls down.

Mr. Turtle (sings)

My tea's gone cold I'm wondering why
I got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window
And I can't see at all
And even if I could it will all be gray,
But your picture on my wall
It reminds me, that it's not so bad,
It's not so bad...

Newsie gets up during Mr. Turtle's chorus.

Newsie (raps)

Dear Stan, I meant to write you sooner but I just been busy
Here's an autograph for your brother,
I wrote it on the sleeve of one of my old checkered jackets
I'm sorry I didn't see you outside the station, I musta missed you
Don't think I did that to intentionally diss you
You got some issues Stan, I think you need some counseling
And what's this doody about us meant to be together?
That type of talk won't make me want us to meet each other
I hope you get to read this letter, I hope it reaches you in time
I'm glad I inspire you but Stan why are you so mad?
Try to understand, that I do want you as a fan
I read this story on the news a couple weeks ago that made me sick
Some dude was running around crazy after drinking diet lemonade
And he fatally crashed himself into a wall
In his hand they found a Tickle Me Elmo doll
And a tape, but they didn't say who it was to
Come to think about it, his name was...it was *you!*
Oh, poopie!

[WhiteRabbit]

Ailie and her roomies: *break down Tony's dorm door to witness the pathetic attempts at rapping*

Zoot: O_o Wow.

Dr. Teeth: *inches towards an open window*

Ailie: *twitches*

Chamberlain: *pokes his voodoo doll of Newsie* =P

[BeakerSqueedom]

Claudia: Goodbye, guys!
I'll be back soon. LOL!

Dr. Van Neuter: Don't make me come over there.
Why? You're always leaving us...like, you don't like us anymore.
Is that it? Is there another muppet in your life?

Composta: Her eyes are big and shiny.

Bunsen: Do--do you have to go so adruptly?
Please, reconsider!

Claudia: Guys, I'm coming back!
;_; Don't make this any harder...it's only a week or two.
Sniffles.

Blind Pew: OAAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

Dr. Van Neuter: Suck it up, Pew!
Pirates don't cry!
Trying not to cry, he gets his pink napkin and blows into it.

Blind Pew: ;___; ZIS ONE DOEZ!
OAAAAAAAAHHAAAHAHAHAH!
My love, my poision apple, my black pearl....pleaze ztay! ;_;

Claudia: Alas, my nerdy darlings...
GOODBYE! ;_;

Walks out the door, falls into a trap door.
YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
CRRUDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!
Ends up in China.

O________O NIHAO! CHOPSTICKS FOR ME!
DOMO ARIGATOU!

Chinese dude: O_o Domo Arigatou is Japanese....

Claudia: CRUD!

(OOC: I don't really know when I'll be back, lol! XP
So temporarily claim a character---need to be looked after, yes)

[The Count]

*Lying in bed... *Wakes screaming.
Nooooo! Not again! Squeaky, no go! No go! Who will eat my cookies? Who will give me laughing fits? Who will help me with haunters? Who will I have left to nag for fanfic? Claaaaauuuudiiiiaaaaa!
*Tears leak while thinking of this grand downfall in friends being online.

Deadly! Don't you have some Chinese relative that can bring Squeaky back to us?
UD: Yes... But you still haven't decided whom shall be it's basis. Remember? You were torn between Desire and whether to make her the Jabberwock or a Chinese dragon.
Me: Ugh.. Yes, don't remind me. And just when I was getting ready to add another haunter to the cast.
*A grand ghostly girl glides in through the dusted fireplace.
Fughetta: Don't let that stop you my dear... Compose and share your music with all, even if it isn't music persay. Now then, does anybody know where...
*Spots the pipe organ and delights instantly, pausing to play a light jaunty melody in honor of old fiends, new fiends... Home where we'll always be.

Clllaaaauuuudiiiaaa! No go! Me need you!
*Passes out, collapsing in his bed.

[Winslow Leach]

Knock on door.

Beat.

Knock.

Lefty (in hammock, reading magazine) Hey Tommy, get dat, willya?

Tony (at his desk) You're closer to the door...

Lefty: Heh yeah...like I'm gonna get up...

Tony rises and opens door. Bunsen stands there, holding a suitcase.

Tony: Oh no...

Bunsen (waves, twiddling fingers) Hello, Mr. Tony! Miss Claudia is going to be away for a few days, and she said we could stay anywhere we wanted. Guess where I chose?

Tony: The North Pole?

Bunsen: Tsssss-sssssss-ssssst! Oh, you silly boy, you are such a card! No! I decided to room with you again!

Lefty: Ah--(Lefty holds up a large CENSORED card to cover his next word, which is also masked by a BLEEP!)

Bunsen: Oh dear! Lefty seems to have woken up on the wrong side of the gutter. Tsssss-sssssss-sssssst!

Tony: You're not gonna make me carry all your lab equipment down here again, are you? Last time you almost suffocated Crazy Harry.

Bunsen: No. I have decided that this little deviation from my usual routine will be purely for relaxation.

Tony: Er...Bunsen...just what exactly do you do for relaxation?

Bunsen: I have plenty of ideas, Mr. Tony! Don't you worry! May I come in? Or should I stay out here in the hall for the next several days? Tssssss-ssssssssss-ssssst! Oh, my stars!

Tony gestures for Bunsen to enter; Bunsen slightly bows, and walks into room, past Lefty in his hammock, who glares at him. As Tony shuts the door, a THUD! is heard.

Newsie: Oof!

Tony opens door, and sees Newsie on the floor.

Tony: Sorry, Newsie, I didn't see you.

Newsie (stands) That's perfectly fine, Tommy.

Tony: Hey, how did your thing go last night?

Newsie (entering room) The (mispronounces) Karokee? It was...horrible! I was pelted with rotten vegetables before I even finished! Some wiseacre even threw a whole grapefruit at me! And I'm still having mysterious pains all over my body!

Tony: Well, you're in luck! Look who's back!

Bunsen waves, twiddling his fingers at Newsie; Newsie tries to run out the door, but Tony blocks him.

Newsie: I can live with the pain!

Tony: Hey, where's Mr. Turtle, by the way?

Newsie: Feh! Don't mention that backstabbing crustation ever again!

Tony: Crustation?

Newsie: I figured I'd do him a favor, and have him accompany me with my song, right? Well guess what? The club manager liked him so much, he's going to be the regular emcee down there from now on! And all I got out of it was a noseful of tomato juice!

Lefty (leaps from hammock) Sorry I gotta skidoo, boys, but I hoid a toitle callin' fer his manager!

Lefty races out the door.

Newsie (flops onto bed) There's no way things can get any worse!

Bunsen: Anyone up for Parcheezi?

Newsie: I stand corrected...

[The Count]

*Finishes posting latest installment... There comes a kanock-kanock at the door. The wooden gate creaks open to reveal...

Van Neuter: Are you sure this is it sugarlips?
Composta, hulking nearby: Yes pumpkin... Little monster tell me where.
VN, holding their overnight suitcase: Well if you say... Aah! *Jumps frightenedly.
UD: H'llo?
Composta: Hello Deadly... Claudia gone for some time.
UD: Yes, we heard. Ed took it, well, let's just say he's out for the time being.
Composta: Um... She sort of mention we might...
VN, blurting it out: Stay with you lot.
UD, ushering the duo inside: Of corpse... Darken this little slice of gotham with your paranormal presence.
Count: Mmm, the more the merrier. Let's see... A counting vampire, phantomly dragon, musically trained ghost lady, lovely hulking monster *kisses Composta's hand like a gentleman* and her husband the talented taxidermist. That's 5 fabulous fiends rooming here!*Thunder and lightning from outside.
VN, to UD: Does that happen often?
UD: Yes, quite, you get used to it. Besides, we all have our little quirks.
Fughetta: Welcome to our creepy corner of the netherworld!
Composta: Me think we fit in at haunted home here Philly.
VN: So long as you're happy cupcake.

The new temporary boarders set up their things as bedding arrangements are drawn up, sinking and rising out of the floor like new plotted graves accomodating the gang of ghoulies staying with me until Clauds returns to the Muppety madness.

[WhiteRabbit]

Ailie: Claudia...;_; *sniffs* Come back soon...

Door: *knocks*

Blind Pew: *kicks it open* Oh, Billy Boooonesss! TRICK OR TREEEEEAT!

Zoot: *screeches and climbs on top of a bookshelf*

Chamberlain: MMMM! YES! Finally, somebody I can relate to! *snuggles Blind Pew* Come with me, Best Friend Forever! I've got some plots I want to devise with you...

Blind Pew: ZWhat? Do zshare.

Ailie: Great, now what are we supposed to do with them?

Blind Pew: Obey zour zevery command! Mwahahaha...*crashes into a wall*

Ailie: Uh, I don't so... =P

~5 seconds later, all the band equipment is set up*

Blind Pew: *holding a tambourine* ZWhat do you zwant me to do weeth thees?

Dr. Teeth: Hit it!

Blind Pew: ZWith Zwhat?

Dr. Teeth: *shakes his head* Ailie, baby, can we get rid of him?

Zoot: I know, he's way creepy...

Blind Pew: *feels Zoot's hair* ZSo zsoft and curly...zyou're like a preetty zleetle girl...

Zoot: O_O *backs away* Ailie...

Ailie: *throws a cymbal at Blind Pew* Just play with us already!

[Winslow Leach]

Mr. Turtle: Wilkommen, bienvenue, welcome! Mesdames e monsieurs, ladies and gentlemen! I shall be your host for this evening of quality art and entertainment. First up we have a wonderfully talented young maiden who can do an impression of a chicken being chased by a wolverine! So let us hear it for Maude Clydsdale, take it away, Maude!

Newsie (glares) If you don't shut up, I'm going to make turtle soup out of you!

Lefty: 'Ey! Moron! Shaddap! Don't threaten da talent, er I'll arrange fer youse to be fitted fer a pair of cee-ment shoes!

Bunsen: Hmmm...I know what will lighten the mood! Let's all sing "Old MacDonald." I'll start...and Mr. Tony can be the doggie...and...oh! Let's make Crazy Harry the chicken! No offense from when you were walled up last time I visited Crazy Harry, tssss-sssss-sssssst! Mr. Turtle can be...hmmmm...well, I don't think Old MacDonald would have a turtle on his farm now, would he? Oh my! That would be so silly! Mr. Turtle can be the sheep! Newsman...I would like you to be the duck! Quaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack! Tssss-sssssssss-ssssssssssst! And Lefty...you are the pig! Okay, everybody ready--

Lefty: 'Ey 'ey 'ey...hang on a minute dere, melon head...number one...I ain't singin'...and number two...how dare you call me a pig?

Bunsen (puts hand to mouth, and backs away) Er...Mr. Lefty, I certainly wasn't insinuating that you were a pig...

Lefty (moving toward Bunsen menacingly) Den why did ya tink of me fer da pig? Why didn't youse tink of a kitty or a bunny or sometin'?

Bunsen: Do bunnies make noises?

Lefty: Dat's not da point! You looked directly at me, and told me I was gonna be da pig!

Bunsen: Well...it was the first thought that came into my head when I looked at you--

Lefty: WHAT? !

Bunsen: Sorry for the faux pas...(giggles and twiddles his fingers in a wave at Lefty)

Lefty: I'm gonna--

Tony picks up Lefty by the collar; Lefty squirms.

Tony: That's enough of that!

Lefty: Yer embarrassin' me in fronna da new guy!

Tony: You should have thought of that before you threatened him!

Lefty: I was only playin' around wit da guy!

Tony tosses Lefty onto his hammock.

Tony: Just be quiet and go back to reading your latest issue of "Cracked."

Lefty: It's not da latest issue, Mr. Smarty-pants! It's last month's issue, which I've read about twenny times, waitin' fer dis month's issue ta arrive!

[WhiteRabbit]

Ailie: *pokes her head into Tony's room* Might we be of some assistance, Bunsen? You need hipper influences.

Chamberlain: *prods the salesman* Oink, oink, Lefty. Who's a little piggy? XP

Blind Pew: *cackles*

Chamberlain: *imitates squealing*

Zoot: Oh, shut up, you guys. Do that somewhere else. =/

Dr. Teeth: Yeah, we is tryin' to corrupt--I mean, improve Bunsen's taste in music. *slides a set of headphones onto the scientist's head* Me first! *switches on the Ipod and blares 70's and 80's heavy metal and a bit of 90's punk and oldschool rap after that*

Zoot: Me next. *exposes mellow jazz, 80's electronica/rock/pop like The Cure and Cyndi Lauper, and then Christina Aguilera just for the heck of something modern* XP

Ailie: And me... *makes Bunsen listen to The Who and No Doubt--in her opinion, two of the best bands ever*

Dr. Teeth: *after their music ends* There. You ain't sing none of this Old MacDonald crap anymo'. Got it?

Zoot: *dramatically* There is so much more out there... <3

Ailie: You'll thank us for this, Bunsen. XP

[Winslow Leach]

Bunsen is traumatized by his music lesson...

Bunsen: The horror...the horror...

Tony: You okay Bunsen?

Bunsen: The horror...the horror...

Bunsen reaches into one of his suitcases and pulls out a box of moon pies.

Lefty (to Chamberlain) Okay, turkey! Looks like Tanksgivin' is comin' oily dis year!

Lefty moves towards Chamberlain; he suddenly stops and sniffs the air.

Lefty: I smell...moon pies!

Lefty dashes across the room and tackles Bunsen. He yanks the box of moon pies from Bunsen's grip, and runs with them to his closet. He slams the door.

Bunsen: Oh, dear! That fellow stole my moon pies!

Tony (sighs) Hold on...(knocks on Lefty's door) Lefty? Lefty! Hey! Lefty! Open up! Open this door right now!

Bunsen: Be careful, Mr. Tony. He may have a spoon!

Tony: Don't worry Bunsen, I can take care of...a spoon?

Bunsen fearfully nods his head "yes."

Tony: Now why should I feel threatened by a spoon? Nevermind, nevermind...I don't wanna know. Lefty! Open! Now! Okay, fine. Stay in there. Who needs you? Not Mr. Turtle, that's for sure. You know why? He just asked me to be his manager!

Lefty swings open his door. His face is stuffed with moon pies; there is chocolate and crumbs around his mouth.

Lefty: Hufungherrrreyhdsssayoooouhhhhhhhhuhn...

Tony: Uh...

Lefty swallows.

Lefty: I said, youse can't do dat! I have 'im locked in an iron-clas contract!

Tony: Ha ha, I got you to open your door!

Lefty: Ha ha, now I'm gonna close my door!

Tony attempts to get into the room before Lefty closes the door; however, the sneaky salesman is a bit too quick. Tony ends up wedged in the doorjamb, stuck.

Tony: Put zee candle beck!

Lefty: Huh?

Tony: Put zee candle BECK!

Lefty: Candle? What candle?

Tony squeezes out of the door, and yanks it open.

Tony: Lefty, you really gotta brush up on your Mel Brooks, man! Anyway, give Bunsen his moon pies back.

Lefty: What moon pies?

Tony: The moon pies you just stole from Bunsen. In an unopened box. There should be six altogether. Hand it over.

Lefty hands Tony an empty box.

Tony: What the--?

Lefty: Don't look at me! *Urp!* I know nuthin' about pinched moon pies!

Lefty slams his door.

Tony: Er...Bunsen? I, uh...got your box back...

Tony tosses the empty box to Bunsen; Bunsen looks at it sorrowfully.

Bunsen: The horror...the horror...

[WhiteRabbit]

Chamberlain: *screeches and yanks Blind Pew by the arm, trying to escape Lefty and run back to their own dorm*

Ailie: Bunsen! Come on! =P

Zoot: Are you serious?

Dr. Teeth: Ya mean to tell us ya don't like our music? Way lame, melonhead! =/

Zoot: Hmmph! What a square... -_-

[The Count]

*Gets off the phone after ordering a grand dinner for all his ghost guests tonight from Everybody Eats. It all arrives via hexpress delivery, the coconut scream pie going into the cold as death icebox. *Heads off to the bat-rooms to grab a shower and dress in comfortable lay-about clothes.
The monsters are listening to MCR and generally musing over their own stories while waiting for the batroom to end up unoccupied once again. Composta and Fughetta are laughing as girls are wont to do over whatever topic of conversation, the boys comment occasionally so as to contribute. They fail to notice Claudia's presence watching them as she's repelled downwards into the basement floor's trenched outer balcony.

[BeakerSqueedom]

Leaves a friendly, loving card to Eddie.
Returns her attention to a certain moonpie eater.

Claudia: You vile, vain theif!
I will vanquish you with the use of a spoon!
You have eaten the pies I made for Bunnie...

I'm afraid that's a very big no-no.
Smiles twistedly, as she claws her way out of the trap door.
You see, it took me two days to perfect those pies.
Don't you worry, though!
I promise you won't see the light of day!
Nor the light of night!...

Yeah, the night has light...
Because we gots a moon...
Ha, isn't that funny?

Erm, I'm in a humorous mood!
I must return to the darkside, hold on.
Changes her "happy" mask to her mad one.

Ok, I changed faces!
Gets her sword, marks on Lefty's trench coat a precise "C".
His trench coat falls off from the damage she's caused.
I'll be taking that!
Snatches his money.

Oh, yes....one more thing.

Stomps him to the floor--to a point where he resembles a pancake.
Sticks the spoon into his mouth roughly.

Skips over to Bunsen, hugs him tightly before jumping out of Tony's window.

[I managed to sneak onto the comp...temporarily, though]

[Winslow Leach]

A Mariachi band suddenly appear in Tony's dorm room. They play a merry tune over the flattened Lefty.

Everyone in Tony's room (except Lefty, who can't express *any* emotion/reaction):

O_O

[WhiteRabbit]

All: *scream*

Dr. Teeth: *shoots down the Mariachi band*

Zoot: *uncovers his ears* You guys have the highest percentage of lame ever--with the exception of Tony, I mean. *smiles shyly* =)

Ailie: XP

[The Count]

Downstairs, Ed presents the meal purchased from Hensonville's most famed and visited restaurant. Plates of cut cubed pork chops and grainy buttered taters rest side by side, cooked asparagus and a succulent spinach salad serve as accents to the entrees. Glasses brimmed with iced tea or pink lemonade, each haunter takes their place at the decked dining table in the common room.

Me: You know, it's funny how Ailie is able to rush downstairs whenever Tony's got something goin' with his roomies.
Fughetta, intrigued: Oh?
Me: Yes, seeing as how her room is directly over Beth's...
Fughetta: The girl who lives next door to this.
Me: Fright.

Deadly serves himself a bit more of the spinach salad whereas Phil is swooning as he tends to his hulking honey.
Count: Delicious this meal has been...
Me: Muchly very you thank.
*All chuckle.
Me: So, were the asparagus spears okay?
VN: Yes, the bacon bits and olive oil complimented the greenery nicely.
Composta: Spinach with almonds and raisins good too.
Fughetta: Why don't we share a bit of music to finish off our meal.
Me: During dessert... Sure.
The coconut cream pie is brought to the feasting fiends, along with a gallon of milk to help down the baked delight. Count and Deadly help out by clearing the table, removing all previous platters.

*One of the bats brings the card left by Claudia.
Uncle D reads it once he's returned from putting leftovers away.
Me: Oh that Squeaky...
VN: What'd the squirt do now?
Composta: Sound like she get revenge on sneak-thief.
*Fughetta plays a rapid rushing aria ending in classic dramatical stings.
Me: Yes... Twas moirder! Moirder most foul.
Count: Vhat, did she kill a chicken?
Me: Something along those lines. Now come on, I think I have that one on our movie list for tonight's capper.
UD: Couldn't we watch... Erm...
Me: Hobgoblins?
*All: Yes please!
Me: Okay... I know when I'm beat.
The group of groovy ghoulies adjourn to the skelevision area of Room #1, settling into comfortable cushions on the couch or their own graved beds preparing to enjoy their Saturday movie night, (Van Neuter and Composta snuggling close).

[WhiteRabbit]

Ailie: Maybe I'm a house elf and I can totally disapparate, Count. There's a possibility...XP Come on, you guys.

Zoot: Sure thing. *snicker* Dobby...

Chamberlain: *from upstairs* Harry Potter references? You guys are mega dweebs. HA! My dragon just killed your wizard, Blind Pew!

Dr. Teeth: O_o *shoves Zoot over the railing*

Zoot: *unconsciously* If I were a rich girl...

[WhiteRabbit]

Zoot: *walks back into his dorm, vaguely*

All roommates: SURPRISE!

Zoot: O_O

Ailie: Happy birthday, Zoot! <3 *huggles*

Dr. Teeth: =D *hands him a present* Don'cha love 4-20?

Chamberlain: *pops a balloon and then smashes Zoot's face into the cake* Mmm...so how old are ya, grandpa?

Zoot: *sputtering and gasping* I--I mean, it--it's not my birthday-- *tries to wipe the frosting off of his sunglasses*

Ailie: Oh, Zoot, you and your dr--I mean, amnesia. Of course it's your birthday! Come on, open your presents! You'll love 'em! Well, maybe not Chamberlain's but--

Zoot: You guys, it's more than nice of you to do this but my birthday's not--

Chamberlain: Somebody's in denial of their old age, aren't you, Baldy? Huh? Huh?

Zoot: Now, don't start... ;_;

Chamberlain: It's my party and I'll cry if I--

Dr. Teeth: *whacks him* Hey, Zoot! Wanna play twister?

Zoot: I--

Ailie: No, let's play Pin the Tail on Blind Pew!

Zoot: IT'S NOT MY BIRTHDAY! *screams and runs off to his room*

All: ...Oh.

Blind Pew: ZWhere am I? I can't zee a theeng!

[Winslow Leach]

Bunsen: You know Crazy Harold, you shouldn't play with explosives if you don't know how to control yourself. I have been meaning to have a chat with you about this for the longest time, but I have always been so wrapped up in my work. Explosives are very dangerous, and when in the wrong hands...especially in the hands of a fellow whose mind isn't exactly...um, how shall I put this...sane...you could cause senseless destruction to those around you, including yourself. I am saying this as a friend, and as a temporary roommate. I suggest, if you continue to play with explosives, you at least have someone supervise you at all times...

Lefty: Heh heh...I can't wait ta hear ya actually recite dat speech ta his face!

Bunsen: I'm sorry, Mr. Lefty, but it must be said! And since you or Mr. Tony won't say anything, it's up to the brilliant scientist to take matters into his own hands.

Lefty: Who, Einstein? I taught he was dead?

Bunsen: I was referring to myself, Mr. Lefty.

Crazy Harry enters, carrying a lit stick of dynamite.

Lefty: Okay, pops, do yer lecturin'...

Bunsen (suddenly nervous) Um...ah...

Lefty: Go on! What was dat you was sayin' about a sane mind?

Bunsen: Er...(waves, twiddling fingers) Hello, Mr. Harold! Lovely day, isn't it?

Crazy Harry hands Bunsen the dynamite.

Bunsen: Oh, is this for me? Why, thank you, how very thoughtful!

Lefty and Crazy Harry leap across the room, and duck behind Tony's bed.

Bunsen, shaking, nervously watches as the fuse gets lower and lower. When it gets to the end...nothing happens. Bunsen does a double take. Lefty and Crazy Harry pop up from behind the bed, and look at each other in confusion.

Bunsen: As they say: sometimes the fuse is lit, sometimes it isn't! Tssssss-sssss-ssssssst!

Bunsen tosses the dynamite at Lefty and Harry. It immediately explodes. Bunsen is startled, and puts his hand to his mouth.

Bunsen: Oh my! Talk about a delayed reaction! Tssss-sssssssss-sssssssssssst!

[theprawncracker]

Ryan: *wipes brow* There, that should keep the naggers at bay for awhile. Two chapters in one night, I haven't done that in a long time.
Gonzo: Is that what you've been doing in here this whole time?
Ryan: Yup, that and homework.
Gonzo: Heh, and I thought Sam and Link were boring!
Ryan: *frowns*
Sam: Ryan, I just knew you would join the ranks of the boring some day! Come, let us go alphabetize your music collection!
Ryan: I already di-- OH NO! *runs out*
Link: Ryan, would you help me count the number of times I'm pictured on Muppet Wiki? *Ryan runs past* Hmph, what's gotten into him?
Gonzo: A real bore.
Clifford: Lame.
Gonzo: Yeah, I know...

[The Count]

Hee hee hee... Think again duke o' chutney. We shall never stop nagging! Not until the story is finished!

*Roomies and guests are generally already snoozing, dead to the world, while others skulk around... A claw pauses upon seeing his old bunkmate rushing out the doors.
UD: Hmmm, now what's the matter with that fool.
Yorick: Probably henpecked.
*Both grimace.

Well gang, MuppetCast will probably be up tomorrow.
Fughetta: That's perfectly all fright. A simple lullaby will put us to rest in peaceful spirits.
*The Count's Lullaby is cued up from our MUP3 collection, soothing the haunters to beddy-bye.

UD, voiceover:MC Dorms have been brought to you by the letter D, for dorms and doom and a demonly delight.
Yorick: And by the number 6, six supernatural superstars gathered in one room.
UD: MC Dorms is a production of Muppet Central Forums. Sleep tight, don't let the batty bats fright... And pleasant screams.
*Blows out the candle and creeps back to his own resting place under the blanketing black.

[Erine81981]

*looking around on the web* Everyone else is fast asleep. They had a real fun afternoo. Went to the Zoo and saw all the animals and others too. Good night to everyone out there in dreamy dream land. Bye. *goes back to looking more on the web*

[Beakerfan]

Alex: *sitting on her bed, quite frazzled, as though she has been unable to sleep for days*

Sweetums: Alex, maybe you should just tr-

Alex: No! It's no use! *gets up and paces back and forth, wringing her hands*

Bean: You could -

Alex: Done it! *sits back down on her bed*

Floyd: How about -

Alex: Won't work! Guys, I can't sleep. And everytime I start to fall asleep, some new wacky idea for my next masterpiece pops into my head.

Bean: But you haven't even finished your fir- (is shushed by Sweetums)

Alex: *groans* Don't remind me! I KNOW I still have to at least TRY to finish Flint, Neddles, I haven't even BEGUN that crime drama, and let's not forget The Isle! Guys, don't let me keep you up... ya'll get to bed, and I'll be here, doing who knows what....
On second thought.... *she leaves to go roam about the halls*

[The Count]

*In the common room, just entering the dorms house again...
VN, with a copy of the Hensonville Observer and a thermos of fresh coffee from Jim's: Alex? What are you... Oh, fic idea troubles. Yeah, seems Ed's gone through those too from what the dragon and vampire told us. Look, the best advice I think you'll get is... If you're getting all sorts of different ideas, try meshing them all into one same cohesive story. That way you'll have all the elements you want to have in the story you want to develop, and hopefully others will find and read.
*The last is said under his breath as an aside.
Sure, the ideas will be modified a little... But if it turns out into something you're happy with, that's the important thing. Ed says that's why he's content with his Counting Characters thread instead of past failed fic attempts.
*Notices the coffee's starting to cool.
Yikes! Got to go, my darling Composta won't wait forever.
*Passes the former weregirl and rides the elevator downwards where he'll meet up with his wife for a perusal of the morning news.

[Winslow Leach]

Lefty walks up to Alex.

Lefty: 'Ey, 'ey, hold up dere a minute! Yer da goil what Tommy likes, who lives in da room above us...yeah, I recognize youse...riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight! 'Ey, I couldn't help but overhear youse was havin' trouble comin' up wit an idear fer sometin' ta write...well, all yer problems have been solved, as I, Lefty, have a buncha stories right 'ere...dat I wrote poisonally...riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight!

Lefty pulls a stack of papers from his coat pocket, and reads from them.

Lefty: Let's see...we gots one pound of ground beef...a dozen eggs...two boxes of Cap'n Crunch...oh...wait a minute...dis is my shoppin' list...riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight...

Lefty pulls another stack of papers from his coat pocket, and glances at them.

Lefty: Okay...'ere's what I was talkin' about...I gots one story here yer gonna love. It's all about dis goil what gets caught in a tornado or hurricane or sometin' like dat...some kinda freak of nature. Anywhozills, her house squashes dis witch--don't worry, she's an evil witch, so nobody cares dat she's dead, see? Well, except fer her sister, who is even more wicked, right? Wit me so far? Sound excitin'? Okay, den this goil meets a buncha little people who practically crown her queen, on accounta her squashin' dis evil witch...which is kinda unfair when youse tink about it...I mean, dis goil didn't mean ta squash dis witch...she didn't do it on poipose...an' now everyone is actin' like she deserves ta be queen or sometin'! Bah! Oh...sorry...so dis goil says dat she wants ta go home, but dis other witch, who is good--are youse still wit me? We gots two evil witches...one who was squished, and one who is gonna get really upset when she loynes dat her sister bit da dust...and now we gots dis good witch...dis good witch says ta da goil dat she must visit dis really amazin' man who lives in a green palace. He grants wishes, like a genie or sometin'. Da goil is like, how do I find dis genie? And da witch--da good one--says ta simply follow a road dat is made of yeller brick, ya see? If she stays on dis road, den it will take her ta da genie fellow...riiiiiiiiiiiiiight! So da goil walks down da road, an' meets up wit a talkin' scarecrow who needs a heart...an' a guy made out of tin who needs a brain...and a lion who needs...uh...kibble. Riiiiiiiiiiight! So all of dese guys go wit dis goil, on accounta dey tink dat dis genie will give 'em what dey ask fer. Along da way, dey're chased by da evil witch...da one dat da goil crushed wit her house...and I tink dere are like flyin' squirrels or sometin' in 'ere too somewhere...

If dat's not yer cup of tea, I gots another good one! It's about dis little guy who comes into possession of a magic ring...it fell off a truck, ya see, an' he picked it up. But instead of keepin' it, da doofus decides to destroy it by droppin' it into a volcano. Which is a crock if youse ask me.

I have one more 'ere...in dis one, a magic nanny comes ta stay wit a rich family...an' she sings an' sings an' sings...she's also friends wit dis guy who has an unbelievable amount of odd jobs...one-man band...sidewalk artist...chimney sweep...I calls dis one Da Magic Nanny an' Da Guy What Can't Hold Down a Job.

So...dese are da tree stories dat I wrote...I'll letcha have one of 'em fer da unbelievable low price of just one nickel! An' all youse gotta do is gimme credit, on account 'a I came up wit the ideas...and I get top billing of course. So whaddaya say?

Tony comes running down the hall.

Tony: There you are!

Lefty: Uh-oh!

Tony: I told you to leave Alex alone, didn't I? She doesn't want your cheap ripoffs.

Lefty: SHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! Dey ain't cheap!

Tony: Alex, I'm really sorry that this particular inmate escaped from the asylum. If you'd like some help--some legitimate help--feel free to come down to my room whenever. Or I can come up, doesn't matter. And I promise I'll leave Curly over here tied up in his hammock, so he won't try anything else.

Lefty: 'Ey! Youse ain't da boss of me!

Tony: Hey Lefty, I just heard Mr. Turtle was incorporating an impression of you into his emcee act.

Lefty: What? ! Why dat phony crustation! I'll...gaaaah!

Lefty runs to room.

Tony: Crustation? So, yeah, Alex. If you need any help, just let me know, okay? I'll be more than happy to give you a hand! (Tony claps) Heh heh...get it? Give you a hand...? No, really. I'm here to help!:)

[WhiteRabbit]

Ailie: ...O_o. Lefty--whatever you're on, I want 20 bucks worth.

Zoot: *sleepily* Make that only 10 for me.

Chamberlain: *playing GTA with Blind Pew* NO! No, the other way! MMM!

Dr. Teeth: *wanders in* Hey! Who said ya guys could play with that? >_> *picks up the console, hits Chamberlain in the face with it, and slinks back to his room*

Blind Pew: ZWhat eez hees problem?

Ailie: I think he's getting withdrawal from not playing with his band in forever... =/ Or even just seeing them. Poor thing.

Zoot: He's bandsick. We both are. ;_; I mean, they're still our best friends...

Ailie: You guys will reunite soon, don't worry. I can't believe I missed Alex earlier. That could've been your chance to rock again. I'm sorry. =(

Zoot: *sighs* It's okay. -_-

[The Count]

*Rushes out with a happy grin. Ailiiiieeeeeee! It's up! Listen to MuppetCast 54, you'll love! And so will a roomie of yours.
*Hits the bat-room to get dressed before leaving for classes on a holiday Monday. :scary:

[WhiteRabbit]

Ailie: My...voicesh...AAAAAAAAAH! IT BURNSSZZZ US! X_X *collapses* Yeah, which roomie? Chamberlain? XP It sounds just as screwed up as his.

Zoot: Mind if I join you? *lies beside her* Zzzzz... -_-

[The Count]

Yeah... :scary:, the vulturelike thing living in your wardrobe. *Leaves for an evening on campus. *Monster roommates are enjoying a repeat of the podcast.

[WhiteRabbit]

Chamberlain: Mmm? I prefer skeksis if you don't mind and my voice is far more refined than Ailie's in every way. LAAAAAAAAAA! *shatters windows*

Zoot: *sunglasses crack* O_o

Ailie: *throws a brick at Chamberlain* XP Well, at least I'm famous now.

[Winslow Leach]

Bunsen is jumping up and down on Newsie's bed.

Bunsen: Woooo! Oh boy, Mr. Tony! I never knew taking a break from all that skull-fracturing science could be so fun!

Tony: I'm afraid Newsie is gonna literally fracture your skull if he comes in and sees you jumping on his bed.

Bunsen: Nonsense! I'll simply tell the dear fellow I'm practicing the laws of gravity! Tssssss-ssssss-ssssssssst!

Tony: Um...yeah...

Bunsen: Wheeeeeeeee!

Newsie enters, muttering to himself.

Newsie: That's the last time I do a story on walruses posing as seals...hey! Stop that! Stop jumping on my bed!

Bunsen: I can't! I'm having ever so much fun! I feel as if I have flubber on the bottom of my shoes!

Newsie: I'll give you flubber--

Bunsen: You should really calm down, Mr. Newsman. Too much anger leads to high blood pressure! Woooooooo!

Newsie: Okay...okay, two can play at this game!

Newsie slides Bunsen's inflatable bed out from under Tony's bed.

Bunsen: Mr. Newsman, if you're planning to do what I think you are planning to do, I would strongly advise against it!

Newsie: Are you gonna stop jumping on my bed?

Bunsen: When I get tired. Right now I feel as if I could bounce all night!

Newsie: Well I guess I can, too!

Newsie steps onto Bunsen's inflatable bed. After one bounce, the bed immediately folds up, ensnaring Newsie.

Newsie: Aaaaarrrrgggghhh!

Bunsen: I warned you, you silly goose! Tssssss-ssssss-ssssssst!

Bunsen continues bouncing.

[The Count]

*Returns home... Bit weary for the travel and the news from my family... You know Tony, if you want to get Bunsen to stop bouncing on Newsie's bed, just threaten him by making him watch Hobgoblins. Worked for Mike and the bots. Of course, there is an alternate methodPearl employed at the end of the interlude, but I think we'd best not mention that. For my fiends though, that's not a punishment at all as they love the film. They even root for the car who's trying to get out of the movie and likewise curse at the mention of neither of the two male leads being in the car wen it threw itself down over the cliff.

OK, gonna check threads now... Wonder if Beth's given the message I sent her some thought.
*Starts reading with a glass of milk and coconut cream pie. The others are either watching some skelevision or hav decided to go out for a change of pace.

[MuppetGirl85]

OoC: This has been a long time coming, but it's going to be up finally! BIC:

Over the past several weeks, Christine and her Muppet roomies have been decorating Dorm #2; there had been some heated debates over the best way to decorate the room so that everyone would be satisfied, but eventually it was decided that the general room decor would be fitted to the fact that all liked music and happened to be singers. The carpeting is white with black printed on it like staves on sheet music, and black musical notes of various kinds are situated on the lines and spaces of each staff. Meanwhile, the walls have been covered with two kinds of wallpaper: one half, belonging to Nelson and Jeanette, has custom wallpaper printed with roses and the RCMP coat of arms; the other half, which is occupied by Christine and her Muppet dormmate, Placido Flamingo, shows off wallpaper printed with beautiful gilt Corinthian columns. The windows are treated with sheer curtains, and on fancy brass curtain rods are hung solid, heavy curtains made of hunter-green velvet. Lighting consists of two miniature chandeliers with faux candles, and their lowest point is approximately two feet from the ceiling (which is about ten feet high) so that everyone still has room over their heads.

All the occupants of the dorm have furniture that they chose according to their own unique tastes. On the side of the room that belongs to Nelson and Jeanette there are two beds and two nightstands; Jeanette's furniture is feminine, with the nightstand and her bed frame and headboard painted solid white with small daisies on them, while Nelson's is more rugged, with the legs of his nightstand and the posts of his bed made from cut logs. Their bedding is, respectively, a springtime multi-floral print with linen sheets and a more Spartan--but still bold-colored, including a navy-blue comforter with a gold stripe printed around the edges and the initials of the Mounted Police in one corner--RCMP set with flannel sheets.

On the other side of the room, one will find a four-poster bed hung with burgundy curtains and fitted with a set of satin sheets in gold; the headboard has about ten different decorative pillows, all made from brocade silk (some embroidered), piled up against it, while the comforter is the same color as the curtains. This bed belongs to the operatic Muppet flamingo, Placido, and the roommate who shares his half has a completely different bed. There is very much a modern look to Christine's bed and nightstand, with the bed having a simple black bedframe. The sheet set is black and white, with the comforter showing off an art deco-inspired pattern. The legs of the nightstand travel the whole height of the furniture piece and flare out a bit at the bottom. There are also modular storage shelves up against the wall near Christine's bed, wooden shapes that fit into one another inspired by the popular game "Tetris".

The closet is, fortunately, large enough to hold each occupant's clothing. It holds Placido's tuxedoes and costumes, Nelson's uniforms, Jeanette's varied (but always frilly and feminine) dresses, and Christine's trendy clothes, as well as everyone's footwear and outerwear for various seasons. However, she keeps her cosplaying costumes separate from the rest, in a stand-alone wardrobe that is set up in the corner by the door. Each occupant has also brought along some personal decorations, and each nightstand displays them: Jeanette always keeps a porcelain vase full of fresh flowers and a book on hers; Nelson's nightstand has a goose-necked reading lamp set on it, as well as an alarm clock; Placido has his furnished with a candelabra that has a white taper candle on each arm, and there is always a libretto of some kind or sheet music next to the candelabra; and Christine's nightstand has a small, cordless feng shui fountain (with a small tealight holder that contains a candle, water running over fake rocks, and a small space filled with sand where a small zen garden rake rests), as well as a Bible and a book of popular prayers that she often reads.

OoC: And there you have it! BIC:

[Muppet Newsgirl]

Lights are dimmed in most parts of room 7. Classical music is playing on the stereo, and the gang is curled up on sofa or in armchairs.

Storyteller: (casting a glance at the dozing Muppets and lone human) Beige...put that next disc on, the one that says "Harmony and Mood Music."
Beige: Sure thing. (changes disc and retreats to beanbag chair)
Storyteller: (curling back up in armchair) Mmm...this music therapy does wonders for the blood pressure.

(but the disc is set to some of the background music from "Psycho.")

Storyteller: Beige...are you sure that's the right one?
Erin: (dozing) Ten years ago...she's buried in the town cemetery...
Scooter: (in his sleep) Marion, no...don't...no, Marion, stay out of the...
Nora: (yawn) Mrs. Bates?
Beige: I'm sure it's the right disc...

(and then the music starts in on the shrieking violins)

Scooter: (awake) Marion! No!
Nora: (awake) Mrs. Bates? Mrs. Bates!
Erin: Ermph...insurance claims...car in the swamp...what's going on?
Storyteller: What? (takes out disc) Beige, this isn't "Harmony and Mood Music," this is "Horror Movie Music!"
Beige: (yawns moodily) Well excuse me, but it was dark and your handwriting is nigh on illegible.

[Erine81981]

*turns on the radio* It's about to start. The MuppetCast is about to come on.

All four monsters scramble into the living area and sit either on the floor, couch or chairs.

Grover: This one i heard is going to be about that movie "The Dark Crystal."

Murray: I've heard it's really scary.

But don't forget we have several movie stars from the movie living here in the dorms.

Herry: I've seen that one. She looks weird and scary.

Bruce: Ahhhhhhh phooey!

The radio intros the MuppetCast is about to come on

Shhhhhh....it's starting.

[MuppetGirl85]

Christine enters Dorm #2 after a long day. She heads over to her nightstand, reaches behind the cordless fountain on its surface, and watches with satisfaction as the water begins to flow. She takes the Flic candle lighter from her drawer, lights the tealight candle (which happens to be linen-scented this time) in the holder, and after the wick takes the flame, she turns off the lighter and puts it back in the drawer. With a sigh, Christine settles onto her bed, cracking open her Bible to a book in the Old Testament.

Nelson: *looks up from reading his RCMP manual* Why, Christine, what's that you're wearing?

Christine: *her eyes come up from a page in Deuteronomy, Chapter 8* Hmm?

Nelson: Your clothes!

Christine: O.o *looks down at herself, sees the cosplay costume she is wearing, and looks back at the orange-skinned Mountie Muppet* Oh! You mean my cosplay outfit? I'm dressed in a uniform like yours. ^_^

Nelson: Well, wouldn't you know it! Someone who appreciates the Canadian Mountie image. *smiles*

Christine: Ya darn tootin'... *suddenly hears what sounds like shrieking noises down the hallway* What on earth...? *puts down her Bible and jumps to her feet and sprints down the hall, her black officer's cape flying back from her shoulders, with Nelson following hot on her heels*

[WhiteRabbit]

Ailie: *smears peanut butter across Chamberlain's beak to keep him quiet for the day* XP *musses Zoot's hair after she cleans her hands* He'll thank me for this the most. *whispers a quick goodbye to her still sleeping roomies and heads off*

[The Count]

*Wonders what "cosplay" really is. Oh well... Off to breakfast and errands as part of the daily grind.

[Winslow Leach]

*Returns home... Bit weary for the travel and the news from my family... You know Tony, if you want to get Bunsen to stop bouncing on Newsie's bed, just threaten him by making him watch Hobgoblins. Worked for Mike and the bots. Of course, there is an alternate methodPearl employed at the end of the interlude, but I think we'd best not mention that. For my fiends though, that's not a punishment at all as they love the film. They even root for the car who's trying to get out of the movie and likewise curse at the mention of neither of the two male leads being in the car wen it threw itself down over the cliff.


Tony starts to tremble...then quake violently.

Bunsen (still bouncing on Newsie's bed) Oh dear...what's happening to Mr. Tony?

Newsie (still scrunched up in Bunsen's inflatable bed) Whenever someone mentions MST3K...he gets something akin to a Spidey-sense...apparently someone just made a reference to the show...if I were you, I'd batten down the hatches.

Bunsen: Why?

Newsie: Well, because he spazzes out! He gets MST3K overload, and once he's in that mode...we can't stop him quoting bad puns and even worse lines from the actual movies themselves!

Bunsen: Oh, my stars!

Newsie: Help me, Bunsen...help me get outta this thingamajiggy here...

Bunsen: I want to...but I can't stop bouncing!

Newsie: Enough of this nonsense--

Bunsen: No, I mean I really can't stop bouncing! I wanted to last night, but it's physically impossible! *Urp!* Oh, dear...I'm afraid I'm getting sick...

Tony: Bunsen! Stop jumping on the furniture right this minute! Hey, don't squeeze your juice box all over the--

Bunsen: Juice box?

Newsie: We're...too late!

Tony (sings)

Hobgoblins! Hobgoblins!
What do you do with those hobgoblins?
They're over here!
They're over there!
Those darn hobgoblins are everywhere!

Hobgoblin honks a horn.

Tony: Make that three hard-boiled eggs!

Meet the hobgoblins: Frankie, Sniffles, Bounce-Bounce and the Claw!

You know, this scene really makes me wanna go clubbing...the director of this film!

Bunsen: Shouldn't we...?

Newsie: We lost him at the Marx Brothers reference.

Tony: Koala bears are attacking!

The true story of Neal Peart!

Bunsen: Hmmm...that was a rather obscure reference...

Newsie: Neil Peart? Singer and drummer for Rush?

Tony: Heh heh, the old man looks like Coach from Cheers!

Is this Coach's brother here?

Jimmy Stewart and Rex Smith in Breaking In.

(as old man janitor)

Yup, I used to be Robert Frost, you know...in here's my secret stash of Cheetos, Dr. Pepper and back issues of Cosmo.

(growling noise)

Guy in movie: Is somebody there?
Tony: I mean, besides you, Cerberus.

Paint my muscle car prune!

rake-fighting scene

Tony: Nick's also a blackbelt in Whack-a-Mole!

Bunsen: How long with this go on?

Newsie: No telling, Bunsen...no telling...

Tony: When puppets attack!

[The Count]

*Originally by Newsie: No telling Bunsen... No telling."
*Two-toned whistle pierces the silence.

Me: So... This is the day Coily's been waiting for and all of a sudden he just backs down?
Look at the springs here in my engine.
Me, once guy opens the hood: Coily's army of darkness!
UD: Big John Hurt is Santa Claus in Little Town of Deathlehem!
Me: I saw mommy killing Santa Claus underneath the mistletoe last murder!
*All: Gaos... Gaaaaoooos... Galight come and we wanna go home...

*Breakfast bazooka launches payload of cereal, burying Tony an his roomies under an avalanche of Corn Pops ending the outburst.

[redBoobergurl]

Beth *hangs up phone*: I hope Ed got my message all right over there.
Abby: Look, the sun is out, we should play outside today!
Beth: Sounds like a good idea, I have to go to work though.
Red: I can play outside with you Abby.
Abby: Ok!
Beth: Maybe if I can get home early enough I can go to the park with you guys
Red: Yay!

[The Count]

Thanks, got it Beth. :search:

[WhiteRabbit]

Ailie: *wanders in from school* What's up, you guys? I'm back.

Chamberlain: *giving her the hairy eyeball and points to the hardened peanut butter closing his beak* MMPH! X_X

Ailie: Yeah, everybody's aware that you're a slob when it comes to food, Chamberlain. What else is new? XP

Zoot: Not much. You know...stuff...

Ailie: Perhaps I can change that... =) *disappears for a moment and then reappears with two large boxes*

Zoot: *helps her with them* What's all this?

Ailie: This--*picking the wider box up* is your's. Open it.

Zoot: Huh? *opens it slowly, fearing that it's a trick and stares at the black case in it* Oh, Ailie...you didn't... *unlatches the case and pulls out a glowing new sax* Oh, my gosh--O_O Ailie, it's--it's-- *hugs her tightly* Thank you so much! I can't believe it! You didn't have to...<3

Ailie: *smiles* For when you and Dr. Teeth meet up with the band again. Don't mention it. =)

Zoot: *nearly faints*

Ailie: Speaking of which, where is he?

Zoot: *tears his gaze away from the instrument for a minute* Uh, well, he's being all angsty again. Maybe you should give him his present later. =/

Ailie: Maybe... *opens the door to Dr. Teeth's room a little* Hey, hon, is everything okay?

Dr. Teeth: *lying on the floor, clutching a pillow to his chest* Is it ever? *his hat is off, his hair is all messy and in his face, his eyes are covered with black eyeliner and his clothes are long and frayed*

Ailie: O_O Kurt Cobain much? It's being away from the band sickness, isn't it?

Dr. Teeth: *nod* =(

[Winslow Leach]

Tony: This is where the fish lives! It's a Patrick Swayze Christmas! Huzzah! Trumpy, you could do stupid things! I'll have a po-tay-to! Canned wassail? Mad about the boy...

Bunsen, who has since stopped bouncing on the bed, has a pillow over his head; Newsie, who is still stuck in Bunsen's inflatable bed, is pounding his head against the floor.

Bunsen: Oh, when is this going to stop?

Newsie: One time it went on for days...

Bunsen: Oh dear.

Tony: Ziggy had Garfield neutered? Now that's funny! Push the button, Frank! All of these names are Russian for "Alan Smithee"...George Manasse...the "e" is silent...Nooooooooooooo springs! (two-toned whistle) JEEEEEEEEEEEEED! Tor Johnson's going for the Don Johnson look! Hey John Carradine, why the long face?

Guy: Oh, Father Mushroom--
Tony: Jerry Garcia?

(shot of a gnome-like creature)

Paul Williams!

Only love pads the film...

Coleman Francis is Curly Howard in Full Metal Curly!
Woo-woo-woo!

(shot of some dude wearing an extremely fake-looking beard, that's clearly attached to his ears)

So...he's supposed to be Castro?

(shot of Joe Don Baker asleep in the back of a police car)

Our hero, folks!

What the...? Baby oil? EWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!

Joe Don's arteries are looking at each other, shaking their heads in shame...

Should we be seeing this?

Guy: Allow me to introduce myself--
Tony: I am Count Chocula!

No funny stuff...or my doppelganger will deal with you...

Shtemlo? Oooooh! Shtemlo!

Watch out for snakes!

Will you shut up about your dune buggy? !

Girl: Wheeeeeeeeeeeee!
Tony: Stop that! Nobody says Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

Tony: I'm so naughty...

(Arch Hall, Jr. begins a song)

Tony: No, Arch, no!

Arch Hall, Jr (singing) If I had a million dollars--
Tony (singing) They'd raise my taxes!

Huh, huh...I made a funny!

Bunsen: Okay, as much as I like and admire Mr. Tony, I've had quite enough!

Newsie: What are you gonna do?

Bunsen walks over to Tony, and slaps him across the face.

Tony: Ow! Bunsen! What the--

Bunsen: I'm sorry, Mr. Tony...someone had to do it!

Tony: Why?

Bunsen: You were quoting--

Newsie: NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Bunsen: Er...quoting from the "do not remove this label from this mattress under penalty of law" label...(waves, twiddling fingers)

Tony: Oh. Was I?

Bunsen: Yes. And it got be quite irritating...and I started to feel guilty, as I...(looks around suspiciously) Once tore a label from a mattress.

Tony: Why'd you do that?

Bunsen: I wanted to see what would happen.

Tony: What happened?

Bunsen: Nothing. Because I sewed it right back on! Oh, dear...I hope there aren't any hidden cameras or recorders in these walls...

Newsie: I hate to break up this little chat-fest...but can somebody please get me out of here? I'm supposed to be down at the station. I haven't even written a report. Oh, well. I'll just use one I read last week...it's not like many people watch me anyway...

Tony pulls Newsie out of the inflatable bed; he stands weakly.

Newsie: Whoa...

Tony: You okay there, scarecrow? Think we can make it to Oz without you falling down and flopping all over the place?

Newsie glares at Tony. He turns and leaves the room.

Tony: So I was reading from the mattress label, huh?

Bunsen: Yes.

Tony: Hey, does your inflatable mattress have one of those?

Bunsen: I don't--

Tony picks up the inflatable mattress.

Tony: Mr. Tony, be care--

The mattress deflates onto Tony's head.

Bunsen: ful. Oh, dear...

[WhiteRabbit]

Ailie: Come on, let's go bug Tony. *drags Kurt Cobain-ish Dr. Teeth and Zoot still gushing over his new sax down to her friend's dorm* O_O Er...wow. Do I want to know?

Zoot: Silly Tony, 4-20 was so two days ago... =P

[Winslow Leach]

Tony: Hey Ailie! Zoot. Dr. Teeth...hey, man, what's wrong? You look a little green! Sorry, man. Just tryin' to cheer you up. Hey Zoot, love the new sax! It looks better than your old one, but I would imagine the one that Chamberlain destroyed had sentimental value to it, huh? Don't worry, I'll have him taken care of. Bunsen!

Bunsen: Yes, Mr. Tony?

Tony: I want you to go over to Ailie's room, and take care of Chamberlain.

Bunsen: Take care of him?

Tony: Yes.

Bunsen: How?

Tony: You're the scientist. You'll figure something out.

Bunsen (trembling) Oh dear...he's such a scary character...always hurting poor Mr. Zoot and Newsie...

Tony: Ah, be a man, Bunsen! You're not afraid of an overgrown buzzard, are you?

Bunsen: Er...yes, yes I am!

Tony: Will you feel better if Crazy Harry goes with you?

Bunsen: Oh, I would be delighted if Crazy Harold were to come with me!

Tony: Harry! Go pay a visit to Chamberlain.

Before Tony has even stopped speaking, Harry is out the door, clutching some explosives, and laughing his head off.

Tony: Wait for Bunsen!

Bunsen: Oh, my...

Bunsen nervously exits.

Tony: There. That's taken care of!

[WhiteRabbit]

Dr. Teeth: >_> Meh. *shakes his hair out of his eyes a couple of times*

Ailie: *nudges him* XP

Zoot: *in a singsong voice* Thanks, Tony. It did but I love this one a lot too. <3 *glomps it*

Ailie: Bunsen doesn't have to if he doesn't want--

Dr. Teeth: He's a goner. =/

Chamberlain: *tries to chip the peanut butter off with the backend of a hammer*

[Winslow Leach]

Tony: Ah, Bunsen is really a Hercules. Don't let his calm exterior hide the beast within...er...yes...anyway...um...would you guys like some cookies? C'mon, Dr. Teeth, some nice chocolate chip cookies will be good for ya! You know, I heard Jack White swears by them! Helps him improve his writing/performing. Maybe you'll get some inspiration.

Mr. Turtle: Oh, is that Dr. Teeth? Forgive me, I'm not wearing my glasses! Dr. Teeth! Come here, my dear boy! I shall cheer you up by reciting Ibsen.

----------------------------------------

Meanwhile, Harry and Bunsen walk down the hall; Harry is over-anxious; Bunsen is shaking to the core.

[WhiteRabbit]

Ailie: *smiles weakly* Well, I guess you're right...

Dr. Teeth: Yeah, because chocolate'll do wonders for my already grotesque and jelloid figure. *sulks and crosses his arms* *in a monotone voice* Hi Mr. Turtle... -_-

Zoot: *watches Bunsen with fascination/admiration for his bravery*

[Winslow Leach]

Mr. Turtle: Pip, pip, cherrio, Dr. Teeth! Why are you so downcast? I haven't seen a face so low since I fired that irritable girl from my production of The Cherry Orchid for...well, as I am a gentleman, I shall simply say unprofessional behavior off the stage. There's no room in the theatre for those kind of shenanigans. By the way, while you're here, would you mind feeding me? There's a little can by my tank there, just pour some food in, that's a good boy. Just don't get any on my shell.

[WhiteRabbit]

Dr. Teeth: *listens to Mr. Turtle with a sullen face and then throws the food at the wall* NOBODY UNDERSTANDS MEH! *smudges his eyeliner everywhere*

Ailie: O_O He's having a bit of a withdrawal from not being with the Electric Mayhem for so long. I'm sure it'll go away soon...I hope.

Dr. Teeth: ;_; I drown in my sorrow, angst, and anger for eternity. *hums Heart Shaped Box*

Zoot: *snuggles his sax as though it's a stuffed animal* <333

[Katzi428]

Hmmm...scratching my head Now I remember what it was like to be back in high school.:rolleyes:
Prairie: Why do you say that,Kath?
Well.. I'm trying to get started on something.But I keep getting sidetracked with other things.
Rosita: Do you have a deadline on it?
No...not really. But it just keeps nagging at me.
Prairie:Well..whatever it is,I'm sure you'll get it done and it'll be great!
I hope so!

[Winslow Leach]

As they walk down the hall...

Bunsen: You know, Crazy Harold, I was meaning to talk to you about your use of explosives. Now I'm glad I didn't, as you will come in quite useful, I'm sure. Now...if that overstuffed turkey gives me any trouble, you simply toss one of those teensy-weensy little sticks of dynamite at him, okay? That ought to ruffle his feathers! Tsssss-ssssss-ssssst! Oh, my stars! Bunsen, where do you come up with this sillyness? I only wish Miss Claudia was here to appreciate my comedy.

Bunsen knocks on Ailie's door.

[WhiteRabbit]

Chamberlain: *yanks open the door and squawks in Bunsen's face in an earshattering tone*

[The Count]

*Home again... Okay, heard from Beth earlier today. Now who can I ask for help with descripts...
Composta: What you need help with?
Me: Oh hi Composta. Well... If anybody's seen it, the Number of the Day sketch from Sesame where Count was at his numbered organ...
:batty: Which number vas it?
Me: 16, the bit where a Muppet number 16 came out dressed like a pageant queen.
:batty: Vasn't she voiced by Ms. Brill?
Me: Yeah, maybe Kathy saw it and could help, especially since it's available at the SST video website.
Composta: You need anything else?
Me: Yes, after that I'd still need a descript of the receptionist from Beetle Juice.
Composta: What that?
Me: It's a ghoulishly good movie, one of my faves.
UD, skulking indoors: Is there a chance we might watch that one tonight?
Me: Maybe tomorrow... Still have to cue up those FR episodes. And there's the exciting possibility/opportunity Muppetfreak announced here just yesterday.
Well... Busy little demonlings are we. Come now, dinner's almost about to be delivered.
*Fughetta glides in with the meal contained in individual containers as we set the table for all to enjoy.

[Winslow Leach]

Bunsen and Harry reel backward; frightened out of his wits, Crazy Harry runs back the way he came, leaving a trembling Bunsen before the fearsome Chamberlain.

Bunsen: Er...hello, Mr. Birdie-man...(waves and twiddles fingers) Did you really have to squawk so loud? I know you are a feathered creature, apt to squawk, but did you have to demonstrate it so harshly? Well...Mr. Tony told me to take care of you, so I must!

Bunsen pulls a spatula out of his coat, and weakly jabs the air with it, as if it were a sword. He doesn't come *close* to Chamberlain.

Bunsen (thrusting spatula, not looking at Chamberlain) Eh...eh! Feel my mighty wrath, Mr. Birdie-man! Eh...eh!

[WhiteRabbit]

Chamberlain: *blinks at Bunsen and reaches out and breaks the scientist's spatula in half* Mmm? You were saying?

[Winslow Leach]

Bunsen (beat) Um...fiddle-dee-dee! Miss Ailie just asked me to come here and check on you...to see if you were all right...she was worried that you might...erm...fly away...(waves and twiddles fingers nervously) Well, seeing as you're okay...um...do you want me to put you back into your cage? You do have a cage, don't you? I mean, Miss Ailie wouldn't let a big guy like you run around loose all day now, would she? Tssss-ssssssssss-ssssssst!

[WhiteRabbit]

Chamberlain: *stares down at Bunsen, his height intimidating and speaking in a hiss* I can do whatever I want, you silly little nerd. >_>

[Winslow Leach]

Bunsen shrinks backward, as Chamberlain looms over him.

Bunsen: Oh my! I haven't been called a "nerd" since...last night! Would you like some birdseed? Or how about a nice little chew toy? Mooooooommmmmy!

Bunsen flees down the hall, his lab coat flapping behind.

[WhiteRabbit]

Chamberlain: Mmm...yeah, you better run, kid. XP

[Muppet Newsgirl]

(room 7: Scooter and Erin are tuning up guitars, Beige has a set of bongos, and Nora is going through vocal warmups with a microphone)

Storyteller: (adjusting settings on stereo, and playing notes on Fraggle flute) All right, time for another musical moment, from Club Sept.
Beige: So which one are we doing?
Nora: "Smooth Operator."

(music starts, with tango/samba sort of rhythm)

Erin: Take it, Nora.

Nora: (spoken)
He's laughing with another girl,
he's playing with another heart,
Placing high stakes, making hearts ache,
He's loved in seven languages,
Diamond nights and ruby lights, high in the sky,
Heaven help him when he falls.

Scooter: (shifting frets on guitar) Sounds like James Bond.

Nora: (singing)
Diamond life, lover boy,
We move in space with minimum waste and maximum joy...
City lights and business nights,
When you require streetcar desire for higher delights.
No place for beginners or sensitive hearts,
When sentiment is left to chance.
No place to be ending but somewhere to start. (spoken, to others) Chorus, please.

N and E:
No need to ask, he's a smooth operator,
smooth operator,
smooth operator,
smooth operator...

Nora:
Coast to coast, LA to Chicago, western male...
'Cross the north and south to Key Largo, love for sale...

Face to face, each classic case, we shadow box and double cross, yet need the chase...
A license to love, insurance to hold, melts all your memories and change into gold...his eyes are like angels, but his heart is cold...

Beige: (quickly tapping bongos) Then give him CPR or something!
Storyteller: (after playing a flute note) Beige, you're wrecking the meter!

Nora and Erin:
No need to ask, he's a smooth operator,
smooth operator,
smooth operator,
smooth operator...

Nora:
Coast to coast, LA to Chicago, western male...
'Cross the north and south to Key Largo, love for sale...

N & E:

Smooth operator...smooth operator...smooth operator...

(song finishes up)

* tune in question was "Smooth Operator," by Sade. Love that song.

[Erine81981]

Me, Murray and Herry stand at Erin's door clapping from listening to their little music diddy

Herry: Bravissimo! *clapping,kisses his fingers*

Awsome work guys and women! *clapping*

Murray: That was great! *clapping*

We walk on back to our room

They were really good.

Herry: We might need to have them come and watch a little diddy of our own.

Yep. I'll ask them over sometime this week. But i have to call Ed up. Ask him a question. *calls up Ed* Hey Ed. Good to hear from you. Sorry i haven't been out and about but i had a question you might be able to answer. I was wondering. I'm working on the Muppet Wiki right now and was wondering do you know the actual season of Plaza Sesamo that's showing right now?

[The Count]

*Leaves message for Kyle. Sorry, I don't watch Plaza Sésamo any more since it's not airing on my PBS channels. But seeing as how Steve mentioned they'd be starting Season 35 later this year, I'd think Season 34 repeats would be on the air at the moment. Of course, I could be wrong. Hope that helped, have a good day buddy.

[WhiteRabbit]

Ailie: That's it! I know why the EM hasn't come around for a while, you guys just need to get more publicized. Maybe I should make a poster or something...

Dr. Teeth: *still in Kurt Cobain uniform* Ailie, ya don't have to... -_- Why bother with life?

Ailie: *nudges him* I think I've got something that'll change your mind. You don't think I'd give Zoot a new sax without something for you as well. *pulls out the long box from Chamberlain's closet*

Dr. Teeth: Lemme guess--a guillotine? X_X

Ailie: No, even better. Open it! =D

Dr. Teeth: *obeys her reluctantly and tears it off the wrapping* A new keyboard? O_O Ailie...I don't know what to say... *overcome with emotion* Thanks, babe! Thanks a lot! It's fantastic! *rubs off his eyeliner and pulls her into a hug* I LOVE IT! <333

Ailie: =) You're welcome. *hugs back* Now, are you going to put it to good use like Zoot is doing with his sax?

Zoot: *playing a catchy melody in the backround*

Dr. Teeth: Ya bet! =D This couldn't get any greater!

Ailie: *kisses him on the cheek* <3 I'm glad you like it, hon.

Chamberlain: *spitting out crumbs while he talks* Gross, I'm trying to eat, you two! XP

Zoot: *shielding himself from Chamberlain* *to the others* Wouldn't it be swell if we had an audience, one big enough to fill a spot outside?

Dr. Teeth: *smiles* Ya never know. Come on, ya guys! =)*picks up his keyboard and leads them out*

Ailie and Zoot: *follow him, carrying their instruments*

[Winslow Leach]

Bunsen joins Ailie's band outside. He wears a pair of blue granny glasses, a tie-dyed shirt and bellbottoms. He also wears a long wig, parted in the middle, that comes way past his shoulders.

Bunsen: Oh, hello minstrels! It looks like you're going to be performing some music! Do you mind if I open for you?

(before anyone can reply, Bunsen moves front and center, grabbing the mic)

Bunsen: Good! Okay, gang. This is sort of an electric folk song...do you think you can handle it?

(Bunsen hands out sheet music to the musicians)

Just follow me!

(Bunsen strikes a dramatic pose and begins singing...seriously. For some odd reason, he is actually *good*!)

Bunsen (sings)

In the year 2525
If man is still alive
If woman can survive
They may find...

In the year 3535
Ain't gonna need to tell the truth, tell no lie
Everything you think, do and say
Is in the pill you took today

In the year 4545
You ain't gonna need your teeth, won't need your eyes
You won't find a thing to chew
Nobody's gonna look at you

In the year 5555
Your arms hangin' limp at your sides
Your legs got nothin' to do
Some machine's doin' that for you

In the year 6565
You won't need no husband, won't need no wife
You'll pick your son, pick your daughter too
From the bottom of a long glass tube

In the year 7510
If God's a-coming, He oughta make it by then
Maybe He'll look around Himself and say
"Guess it's time for the judgement day"

In the year 8510
God is gonna shake His mighty head
He'll either say "I'm pleased where man has been"
Or tear it down, and start again

In the year 9595
I'm kinda wonderin' if man is gonna be alive
He's taken everything this old earth can give
And he ain't put back nothing

Now it's been ten thousand years
Man has cried a billion tears
For what, he never knew
Now man's reign is through

But through eternal night
The twinkling of starlight
So very far away...

In the year 2525...

(song ends)

Bunsen: Thank you, fellows. I had ever so much fun! I don't know what has come over me! It must be the weather!

(Bunsen leaps with joy, and climbs a tree)

*Bunsen's song was "In the Year 2525 Exordium and Terminus," by Zager and Evans*

[WhiteRabbit]

Ailie: Hey Bunsen. Sure, go ahead. =) *stares at her music and then lifts her drumsticks* We can handle anything.

Dr. Teeth: *while playing* Honeydew, I'm diggin' the getup! *snickers*

Zoot: O_O *decides not to ask and just go along with it*

~end song~

Ailie: Wow, Bunsen, that was...good!

Dr. Teeth: Yeah! =D *cocks his head at the scientist's unusually hyper behavior* Mhm, I'm sure it's the weather. XP

Zoot: Or he's recovering from 4-20.

Ailie: Are you sure that's not your real birthday? XP

Zoot: Oh, quiet. >_>

[Winslow Leach]

Tony comes outside.

Tony: Hey, any of you guys see Bunsen? I think he may be off his rocker. I found a half-empty carton of chocolate milk hidden in my desk drawer. I already asked Lefty, Harry and Newsie if it was theirs. They all told me it was Bunsen's. Even though he swore them to secrecy. Apparently Dr. Honeydew gets wired if he drinks chocolate milk...which I didn't know...ooh! An impromptu concert! I just happened to bring my guitar with me!

Tony pulls an acoustic guitar from behind his back. He joins the band.

Okay..."Fool Such As I," by Elvis. I'm sure you guys know it! One, two, three...

Tony (sings)

Pardon me, if I'm sentimental
When we say goodbye
Don't be angry with me should I cry
When you're gone, yes I'll dream
A little dream as years go by
Now and then there's a fool such as I

Now and then there's a fool such as I am over you
You taught me how to love
And now you say that we are through
I'm a fool, but I love you dear
Until the day I die
Now and then there's a fool such as I

Now and then there's a fool such as I am over you
You taught me how to love
And now you say that we are through
I'm a fool, but I love you dear
Until the day I die
Now and then there's a fool such as I
Now and then there's a fool such as I

(Song ends; Tony is hit in the head with a pinecone; he looks up, at a grinning Bunsen)

Bunsen: Woo-hoo! I am the Lizard King!

[WhiteRabbit]

Ailie: O_o

Dr. Teeth: o_O

Zoot: *after backing Tony up on his sax, glances over at them* What, you guys don't like Elvis? -_-

Ailie: No, it's not that. We're just afraid of Bunsen right now. XP

[The Count]

Bats! Tony, you've just ruined my Rock & Roll alphabet. Now I have no recording artist or group fromthe great era of oldies or classic R&R whose name begins with X. Oh, and Bunsen missed at a line at the end.

So very far away...
Maybe it's all just yesterday...

But all in all, a great performance by da Doc.

[WhiteRabbit]

Dr. Teeth: =D Thanks, Count.

Chamberlain: He's not talking about you, Smalls. XP

Dr. Teeth: O_O Huh?

Zoot: Ah! What about me? ;_;

Chamberlain: What about you?

[Winslow Leach]

So very far away...
Maybe it's all just yesterday...


D'oh! You're right!:o

[The Count]

Yeah... Groovesville man. Like I needs me some musical mayhem.
:sing: :flirt: :cool:
*Plays disc of EM's greatest hits, even the obscure ones saved for a secret project.

[WhiteRabbit]

Zoot: Hmmph! Now you love us... *sticks his nose in the air*

Dr. Teeth: Sure... XP

Chamberlain: Bwahahah...nobody loves you guys. You're washed up burn--

Ailie: *rips Chamberlain's beak off and throws it across the lawn* I beg to differ. =P

[The Count]

Ooh! A Skexus beak! *Scoops it up and puts it into secret black box guarded by Yorick.
UD: And what are you going to do with that? Use it in some stewpot?
Me: No! This is far too valuable to use in some paultry potion, even if the professors say it contains some of the best magical mystical results. No, wesa keep this un as part of our tricksome treasures! Into the charms it goes!
*Squees at the new addition, tucked in a place of honor next to the tri-clawed bat's claw and bloodied broken beating heart, the boonslag skin and gillyweed on the shelf below.

[WhiteRabbit]

Zoot: Count, you are so weird. =P

Dr. Teeth: Ya say that like it's a bad thing. =D

Ailie: Yeah, we should probably go back to our dorm, you guys. My biology homework isn't going to do itself--

Zoot: Ailie.

Ailie: What? I didn't mean--

Zoot: I'm not passing up sleep to give you all the answers like last night. -_-

Ailie: You--sleep--toaster strudels--wait! Never mind. Fine, I'll just get Chamberlain to do it as payback for calling the Electric Mayhem washed up. *shudders*

Dr. Teeth: *hooks arms with her* =) <3

Chamberlain: *scowls and follows the others back to their dorm*

[Erine81981]

*calls Ed back* Hey Ed. Thanks aways but i found out it's Season 11 that's started airing now. So it's way behind on our Sesame Street. I would have never known. I looked it up on Yahoo and found out that Wikipedia had it down and showed all the seasons and it's only starting it's 11 season. Talk to you later. Bye. *hangs up phone*

Grover: Are you ready for our little diddy for your neice?

Yeah.

Grover: He is reeeeady!

Herry, Bruce and Murray come into the living room and get ready for the little audio that's going to be used for my necies birthday.

Herry: *clasps hands together* I'm ready.

Murray: Your neice is going to love this.

Yep.

Bruce: Let's get it over with.

[The Count]

So... It won't be starting a 35th season like Steve said? Hmmm... Oh well. At least I gots me two more additions to the Muppet figure collection.
Count: Which ones?
Me: Mega Camilla... And Tux Gonzo + Bernice boxed. Needed those more for the S7 and S8 and overall display photos.
Count: Mmm, have you contacted Muppetfreak?
Me: Will do that tomorrow morn. *Giddy with excitement.

[Erine81981]

I know i still need Zoot's first action figure from.....i can't remember. *does a Forgetful laugh*

Grover: Oh Kyle. *laughs* We did great did we not?

Yep. I'm so glad to have you guys as freinds.

Burce: Not me.

Oh come on Bruce. *gathers Grover up and Bruce too into my arms and hugs them*

Murray: Hey! I want a hug too.

Come on.

Herry: Did i hear Hug?

Yep.

Herry: Oh boy! *runs over to our hug* Awwwwwww i just love hugs.

Me too Herry. Me too.

Bruce: *eyes widen* I kinda like this.

Grover: We knew you would eventally.

[Winslow Leach]

Newsie's head is stuck in a fishbowl for some reason...and Harry is trying to pull him out.

Crazy Harry: Heave-ho! Heave-ho!

Newsie: Ow! Harry, that's not helping!

Tony enters the room.

Tony: Hi, guys!

Sees Harry trying to pull Newsie's head out of fishbowl.

Tony: Bye, guys!

Tony starts to leave; looks in Lefty's closet.

Tony: Nope. Don't even wanna know.

Lefty: 'Bout what?

Tony: Um...why Newsie has a fishbowl on his head.

Lefty: Ooooooh! Dat! Heh heh...well, oylier, I wanted ta play "man from space," but I didn't have a space helmet. So I found dat fishbowl dere...in da road...riiiiiiiiiiight! I brought it back, but nobody wanted ta play man from space. So I shoved it over da Newsman's head, and said, "dere! now youse have ta be da man from space, on accounta youse got a space helmet on. But as soon as I put dat bowl over his head, I suddenly decided I didn't wanna play man from space after all. It was just a whim. So I've been in here all day, reading my new issue of Cracked. Heh heh. Hey, check dis out! Dis month dey got a parody of Grey's Anatomy, called Blue's Anatomy! Heh heh...where do dey come up wit dis stuff?

Tony: If anyone wants me, I'll be in the common room...